A valuable vase lay upon the floor, smashed into bits. Books had been torn from the wall cases and various articles of curious design were scattered about.
“At least they didn’t take everything,” Madge commented. “Can you tell what is missing, Enid?”
“Not without taking a complete inventory. Some of Father’s most valued antiques are here though. I can’t understand it.”
“Perhaps your trusted caretaker has skipped out with some of the things he most fancied,” Rex suggested.
Enid’s face tightened.
“Wait until I find him! He’s responsible for this, although I have no thought that he actually took the things. More than likely he simply went away and left the house unguarded, thinking that we would never know the difference.”
“Have you employed him long?” Rex asked.
“No, Father engaged him only the week before we left here.”
Madge had been moving slowly about the room, examining the many objects scattered about. She saw old clocks, odd pieces of jewelry, grotesque vases, and articles from nearly every country.
“It’s peculiar that all these things were left,” she mused aloud. “I wonder what the thief was after? Enid, where is the Zudi Drum Bowl?”