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At seven o'clock that same morning, Sir Philip had been aroused from his slumbers by Dakin.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said the spy, "but I can't help thinking Miss Cranstoun has somehow got away. You see, you have taken away the key of her room, and I can see a good way in through the keyhole. And the bed's empty; it doesn't look as if it had been slept in, and I can't see any sign of her walking about the room."