the lady has gone."

Muller had risen from his chair and walked over to the old writing
desk which stood beside one window. There were several sheets of
ordinary brown paper on it and sharp pointed pencil and also
something not usually found on writing desks, a piece of bread from
which some of the inside had been taken. "Everything as I expected
it" he said to himself. "The young lady made up the package in the
last few moments that she was left alone here."

He turned again to the old woman and commanded her to lead him down
stairs. "What sort of a carriage was it in which they took the lady
away?" he asked as they went down.

"A closed coupe."

"Did you see the number?"

"No, sir. But the carriage was very shabby and so was the driver."

"Was he an old man?"

"He was about forty years old, but he looked like a man who drank.
He had a light-coloured overcoat on."

"Good. Is this your room?"

"Yes, sir."

They were now in the lower corridor, where they found Amster walking