Here was no hint of any journey, so if such had been taken it must be without Elsa’s own consent.
“Martin, what do you make of it?” asked Foy, staring at him with anxious, hollow eyes.
“Ramiro—Adrian—stolen away—” answered Martin.
“Why do you say that?”
“Hague Simon was seen hanging about outside the town yesterday, and there was a strange boat upon the river. Last night the Jufvrouw went through the Morsch poort. The rest you can guess.”
“Why would they take her?” asked Foy hoarsely.
“Who can tell?” said Martin shrugging his great shoulders. “Yet I see two reasons. Hendrik Brant’s wealth is supposed to be hers when it can be found; therefore, being a thief, Ramiro would want her. Adrian is in love with her; therefore, being a man, of course he would want her. These seem enough, the pair being what they are.”
“When I find them I will kill them both,” said Foy, grinding his teeth.
“Of course, so will I, but first we have got to find them—and her, which is the same thing.”
“How, Martin, how?”