He ran along the corridors, down more stairs, past more open doors and out through the back kitchen, along the moss-grown walk by the brick wall and so round by the three yew trees and the mounting block to the stable-yard.

And there was no one there.

Neither coachman nor groom nor stable-boys.

And there was no one in the stables, or the coach-house, or the harness-room, or the loft.
Philip felt that he could not go back into the house.

Something terrible must have happened.