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time he replied that he didn’t know. Wendy didn’t believe him, and it was obvious that the detectives didn’t either. Their questions were making her father testy.
    “What difference does it make why she went to see her father?” he said. “The point is, she’s missing. You should be out looking for her now.”
    “We are, Mr. Darling,” said a detective. “We have men looking right now. But the more information we have, the better we can …”
    “I’ve given you all the information I have,” snapped George.
    A brief, uncomfortable silence followed. Then one of the detectives said, “We’ll be going now, Mr. Darling. We’ll let you know as soon as we hear anything.”
    “I would appreciate it,” said George, coldly.
    The detectives walked to the front door. From her place on the dark landing, Wendy saw them go past; they were accompanied by a bobby. With a shock, Wendy realized it was the same one she’d seen that morning, nodding at the hackney driver who had stopped for her mother. She had forgotten him until now.
    Wendy was about to call out, but she caught herself. If the bobby had seen the taxi, wouldn’t he have said something to the detectives? Yet apparently he had not.
    Why not?
    Wendy waited silently as the bobby and the detectives left, and her father closed the door. Then she descended the stairs.
    “Wendy,” said her father. “Why aren’t you …”
    “I know why Mother went to see Grandfather,” she said. “And so do you.”
    “What are you talking about?” he said.
    “,” she said. “I know about them. And about what Mr. Smith found out. Mother told me all of it.”
    Her father was standing right in front of her now, his face red with fury.
    “That is nonsense” he said. “Your mother should never have told you that.”
    “But what if it’s why she’s gone missing?” said Wendy.
    “It’s got nothing to do with it!” he shouted.
    Wendy flinched, but did not back away. “How can you be sure?” she said.
    He didn’t answer, and Wendy saw in his eyes that he wasn’t sure. He took a breath and let it out, calming himself.
    “Wendy,” he said, “this is a very sensitive matter. If I tell the police some story about some secret group chasing a magical powder, or an inhuman creature inhabiting the body of a royal adviser, I’d be locked up as a lunatic, or a traitor, or both. You must understand that, Wendy. You must say nothing about this.”
    “But Mother …”
    “I am as worried about your mother as you are,” he said. “And I will do everything in my power to find her. And right now I believe our wisest course is to let the police do what they are trained to do. They’re very good, Wendy. They will find your mother.”
    “Maybe they already have,” Wendy said softly.
    “What do you mean?”
    “The bobby who was just here,” said Wendy. “I saw him this morning.” Her father listened intently as she described what she’d seen through her window.
    “Are you certain it was the same bobby?” her father asked.
    “Yes,” said Wendy.
    “Perhaps he didn’t see your mother get into the taxi,” said George, sounding to Wendy as though he were trying to convince himself. He went to a window and looked out. There was nothing to see except the utter blackness of a foggy London night. He stared into it for a few moments, then turned to Wendy.
    “Tomorrow morning,” he said, “you and your brothers will go visit your uncle Neville in Cambridgeshire.”
    “But I don’t want to! Not if Mother …”
    “Wendy, listen to me.” Her father’s tone left no room for argument. “If you want to help, you will go to Cambridgeshire, and you will look after your brothers. I can’t be worrying about your safety when I’m trying to find your mother.”
    “But—”
    “No. You’re going, and you’ll stay with Uncle Neville until it’s safe for you to return.”
    “How long will that be?”
    Her father looked out the window again, at the darkness.
    “I wish