I'm Afraid She's Dead How Can She Be?

The next morning why was gone. She wasn't in her room the bed had been slept in and none of the menagerie knew where she was More than that no one had seen or heard of her since I had left her the night before. By late afternoon I had decided to call wise family lawyer John Who lived on an adjoining estate and had been a close friend of wise husband and a kind advisor to why. He shook his head: "I'm afraid she's dead How can she be?" At the end of the week nothing had been heard from or of why and the police had changed their theory of kidnapping to one of suicide.