A pounding on the door drew our attention, the girls crowding around one another, like a bevy of quail. Gustav answered the door, a fowling piece in his hand. He stepped back, allowing a blousing woman with tousled black hair to explode into my parlour.<br/><br/>"My girls, have you harbored my girs.?" she demanded, flying in my face.<br/><br/>"No, Sadie, I haven't. Won't you take some tea?" I said, drawing her toward the settee.<br/><br/>"My Anne and my Jayne are missing." she wailed.<br/><br/>I looked over her head to Gustav. He slowly shut the door and threw the bolt into place.