Bunny Lake Is Missing Page #6

Somewhere a hymn of nauseating banality

is being sung by the punctual children.

They were singing, yes.

So I cross the hall...

and office.

No joy there. And now...

the kitchen.

The cook was standing right there

when I talked to her.

- Is this junket?

- Yes.

I'm terribly fond of the stuff.

- Do you think theyd mind?

- Not from what the cook said about it.

That door. Was that door open or shut?

Shut, I think.

If she had wandered out this way,

she probably would have gone through it...

- and on to the great outside world beyond.

- But the cook would have stopped her.

Perhaps.

I think that covers the possibilities here.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Lake.

Even if she did wander out this way,

she can't have gone far.

Not in three hours, at most.

we'll circulate her description.

- She's not far away.

- Thank you.

- Have you got a snap?

- What?

This sort of thing.

Taken at Cromer Sands

on a dull August afternoon.

Almost useless for identification,

but it pleases Grandmother.

- A snapshot.

- That's right.

No, I don't have one. The photo albums,

most of our things havent arrived yet.

- Would your brother have one?

- Possibly, I'm not sure.

- All of your family are most elusive.

- Looking for me?

- Are you Mrs. Lakes brother?

- That's right.

- Steven Lake.

- Supt. Newhouse.

I was upstairs having another session

with Ada Ford.

Whos she?

Sort of the witch in residence.

You know what she told me?

This has happened before in this school,

only with two kids instead of one.

A teacher took them to the zoo

in Whipsnade without telling anybody.

- Did they find them?

- Yes.

Safe and sound. But the whole place

went crazy looking for them.

Wheres your husband?

You see, Superintendent,

my sisters husband...

I'm not married. I never was.

I see.

I hope the fact that

Bunny is illegitimate won't...

Of course it won't, Mrs... Miss Lake.

Although I assume

you do sometimes call yourself Mrs.

Only when it avoids confusion.

Miss is fine.

Have you a photograph of your niece?

Let me see.

- Excuse me, but isn't...

- No, that's me.

I'm so stupid. Of course I have a picture of

Bunny. It's in her passport at the apartment.

- My cars outside. Do you want me to get it?

- That would be very helpful.

I put your briefcase

in the top drawer of your desk.

Not a trace of the cook.

I've had them send out a general call.

Mr. Lake, this is Sgt. Andrews.

Go with Mr. Lake to his flat, will you?

Then you can bring him and a photograph

of the little girl back to the station.

- What about me?

- You can come to the station with me.

That's where we keep all the red tape.

The little tailor went snip, snip, snip.

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