"Open the door, Mary! Do you hear me! Open it!"
"Maybe she killed herself," Anne said. "It has happened."
"My God! No.... She wouldn't dare. You think she would?"
Anne shrugged again. "They do funny things sometimes."
Miss Bestris' face was red. "Run down and get my keys. In my desk. You know where they are."
Then, "For God's sake, hurry!"
While she waited Miss Bestris rattled the door, pleading and cursing.
Finally Anne returned. Miss Bestris snatched the key with a shaking hand. She hurled the door open and burst inside.
"See here, you little—!" She stopped.
The room was empty.