Vic! Hope!” I pounded as hard as I could, shouting their names. There was no response.
“Is there another key, Perrin?” I snapped.
“No, sir; none that I know of. The master was mighty fussy about his workroom.”
“Can we get in through the windows?”
“No. They’re barred, if you remember rightly, and fitted with this frosted glass, so you can’t see in, even.”
“Then get me an ax!” I commanded. “Quick!”
“An ax?” hesitated Perrin.
“An ax—and be quick about it!”
Perrin mumbled a protest and hurried away. I turned to Mrs. Perrin, who had come up to determine the result of my shouting.
“How long is it since Miss Hope went in there?”