“He must be somewhere around the grounds,” she declared. “I’ll use my own key.”
“Perhaps the door is unlocked,” Madge suggested.
Enid turned the knob and to her surprise the door opened. She stepped aside to permit the others to enter.
“Why, look what has happened!” Madge, who was the first to cross the threshold, cried. “The place is all upset!”
It was obvious that the Burnett living room had been ransacked. Shelves had been emptied of their contents, furniture moved, objects littered over the floor.
“It looks as though we’ve been robbed,” Enid said quietly, surveying the wreckage. “It’s a foregone conclusion, everything of value is missing, but we may as well look around.”
They went from one room to the other. While everything appeared to have been disturbed, silverware, valuable paintings and rugs had not been taken. In fact, Enid could not find that anything actually was missing.
“I’m afraid to go to Father’s room,” she confessed. “He keeps his most treasured art pieces there, and I know they’ll be gone.”
She led the way upstairs and flung open the door of her father’s chamber.
“I knew it!” she exclaimed. “Just look at the place!”