The door was open and, as she entered, she saw that somebody had lit one of the gas globes.
By the light from it she could see that Lucy’s bed was empty and so was the room.
“Lucy!” she called, “Lucy, where are you? If you are hiding from me, come out at once!”
“She is not hiding here,” Sir Wolfe said, “but where have you plotted to take her!”
He had followed her and Iola saw that he was standing in the centre of the nursery and beside him the French window that led into the garden was open.
“She must have gone into the garden,” she said. “I cannot imagine why she should do such a thing.”
“She has not gone into the garden,” Sir Wolfe said. “She has been taken away.”
“Taken – away?” Iola repeated stupidly.
He held out something he had in his hand. Iola saw that it was a piece of pap
