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“Fina!” yelled Ian.
He jumped over a chair and a table as if he were running a steeplechase. Soon, her mouth was free and she could sit up.
“Marjorie was here,” she gasped. “She must have escaped. Have you searched outside?”
“Snave and Clive have been standing guard over all the cars outside, so she can’t have escaped that way.”
Pixley and Ruby burst in. “Are you hurt, Fina?”
She shook her head. “Just a little sore. I’m shaking again, though this time it’s from anger.”
“I don’t understand it,” said Pixley. “We’ve searched everywhere. And she’d be a fool to walk away in this snow.”
“Skis!” Fina jumped up. “Ian’s skis!”
Ruby glared at Ian.
Ian held up his hands. “That was the first thing I checked when we began to search. The skis were where I had left them.”
Ruby’s crossed arm
