Mrs. Ferguson. Part Two Still, no answer. “God!” Could something have happened?” She was smart old woman and knocked on the neighbor. It was Jane her friend for ten years. “What happened?” Mrs. Ferguson explained to her the situation. Jane knocked, listened, hammered, shouted then turned to her friend and said: “We have to go for housekeeper.” “I can't go!” “I'll be back as soon as possible!” While she was waiting for her friend she tried several times to open the door but it was locked as well. Maybe he is asleep, she thought. Jane came back with housekeeper. The latter looked at the Mrs. Ferguson and asked if she was Mrs. Ferguson. She was. He approached the door, tried to open it. “Someone is inside?” “Yes, my little boy! My grandson” He knocked, hammered and at last asked if she had the keys. “No I've lost it in my flat.” He sighted. “In this case I have to go for my instruments.” and left. At the time he came back almost whole house knew about indecent. There was a crown on the stairways. They discussed, argued, shouted and so on. They parted in front of him, and he began to break down the door. When he finished Mrs. Ferguson flew in and ran through the flat. The boy wasn't here. “Where's my child?” she wept. Nobody knew. Only when Jane noticed a small note was attached to the door jamb at knee level. She took it, read it and handed it Mrs. Ferguson. It ran: “I went for a walk, the key under the Mat”.