“G one?” all three men shouted at once.
Mrs. Renard scowled. “Yes. Gone! That girl stole the key and they ran away.”
“Idy?” her husband asked.
“Yes! Who else?!”
Mr. Renard ran his hand over his pale face then suddenly dropped his hand. “My jacket! Where is it?”
“The girl took it!”
“Took it! No!” He tried to stand but the kidnapper pushed him back roughly onto the chair.
