"Cheryl."
No answer.
"It's Andy. You're not in trouble. The policeman told me."
No answer. He looked through the keyhole again. She was still there, huddled up under the piano, crying. He didn't want her to cry. He stood up.
"Can't you break the door?" he asked.
"No Andy. Not yet. We don't want to damage school property if we don't have to." said the nice policeman with the suit whose name was Edward.
"Any sign of Harry or Miss Findly?" asked the policeman's friend.
"Not yet. We'll keep searching."
She looked out of the window. Andy stood on tiptoes and looked out too.
"What in hell is that thing Ed?"
Andy stared at the thing on the floor down below.
"Well, it would appear to be some kind of occult symbol."
He'd seen it somewhere before.
"Nice work Rockford. What does it mean?"
He might have seen it in a book.
"To be honest, I have no idea. I want Thom to speak to Leonard Wolf, one of our local occult enthusiasts, as you may remember."
"That crackpot? Do you think it was Wolf?"
He decided to keep quiet.
"Not alone. It wasn't there this morning. Miss Gordon told us that. One man could not do that in two hours."
"I wish we knew where Harry had gone."
Andy had been where Mr. Mason had gone, but he knew no one would believe him.