“No, she isn’t. I’ve looked.”
“But she went to bed at half past eight. I saw her asleep myself. Just a minute, please.”
He heard her pattering about. He went downstairs and summoned Matthews. He knew nothing. He had been on duty all evening, but he had not seen her. Wally ordered him to question all the servants. Miss Watts, greatly excited, appeared in a bathrobe. A telephone call to the Hunters’ house brought the reply that Mr. Hunter and the servants were out looking, now. Wally went up to his wife’s room. She was in bed.
“Isabelle’s gone,” he said.
“Gone where?” she asked, sitting up.
“I don’t know. With the others, I suppose.”
“Where is Watts? She is responsible for Isabelle.”
“She saw her asleep in bed at eight thirty. Miss Watts put out her light at nine. The kid got away somehow.”
“Watts had no business going to bed. Where were the other servants?”