A wild, animal-like cry came down the stairs.
Old King Brady crouched back in the shadows just in time.
A dark form rushed past him. The next moment Isaac, the keeper, sprang into the reception room.
He was wildly excited.
“Quick!” he shouted. “They have got her! She is gone! She is gone, I tell you!”
Wildly threshing his arms about him he made the circuit of the room.
Van caught him by the shoulder.
“What are ye talkin’ about, ye cursed hyena?” he yelled. “Speak plain! What’s wrong?”
“Oh, the girl! She’s gone!”
“Gone?” echoed all.