When the Chemist rejoined his friends in the lower room his face was set and white. The girl followed him closely, evidently afraid to be left alone. The Chemist spoke quietly, controlling his emotion with obvious difficulty.
"Loto has been stolen!" he said. "Targo and four of his men were here soon after we left. Eena saw them and hid. They searched the house——"
"For the drugs," muttered the Doctor under his breath.
"——and then left, taking Loto with them."
"Which way did they go?" asked the Big Business Man. "Good God, what a thing!"
"They went by water, in a large boat that was waiting for them here," answered the Chemist.
"How long ago?" asked the Doctor quickly. "We have not been gone very long."
"An hour probably, not much more." Eena said something to her master and began to cry softly.
"She says they left a little while ago. Three of the men took Loto away in the boat. She watched them from the window upstairs."
"Targo aliá," said the girl.