It was followed by a sound of hurrying feet.
Jenny Prask ran down the great main staircase, and burst into the breakfast room, her face mottled with terror, her hand spread above her heart to still its wild beating.
"My lady! My lady! The door's locked.

I can get no answer.

I am afraid." Sir Chichester rose abruptly from his chair.

But Jenny Prask had more to say.
"The key had been removed.

My lady, I looked through the keyhole.