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Oh, no.
Elisabeth checked the kitchen, the parlor, and the front room. Not there. Panicking, she ran down the cellar steps. The boiler was roaring its frustrated roar, perhaps furious at its inability to put out heat that would reach the second floor of the house. She couldn’t imagine that Charlie would want to be anywhere near it. She took a quick glance around in the dark, but he surely wouldn’t have thought to go into the cellar. And anyway, in the glory days of the Burnhams, only the housekeeping staff would have gone down those steps. It was likely Charlie didn’t even know where the cellar door was.
Once more in the kitchen, she went to the back door to look out the window in the shed's direction. Perhaps he went back out to the shed? Maybe he had thought better of that hare-brai
