"So you think your Lady is mad do you?" Lillian asked pointedly to a rather short and pudgy young maid she'd managed to force into answering some questions.

"No. Not at all. I simply meant that she may have been seeing a ghost is all." The maid responded quickly and nervously.

"You also mentioned you don't believe in ghosts. Ergo you think the Lady is mad." Lillian quipped back in response. She didn't actually care if this maid thought Isabeau was mad or not but people tended to give up more information than they wanted when they became flustered. The maid made to leave but Lilian quickly stepped in front of her to block her path. This is the fifth time since the start of the conversation this has happened. "Final question."

The maid looked around nervously. "Y-yes? What is it?"

"When you clean the lab is it a fairly daunting task?"

The maid seemed confused by the question but was relieved Lillian was no longer trying to find out about Isabeau. "A bit, yes. Lots of delicate equipment."

"How does the staff handle ceilings?" 

"We don't really. They're far too high."

"Thank you." with that Lillian turned on a heel and walked away, leaving the maid more confused but relieved to be left alone. 

Lilian had spoken to some members of the serving staff, the ones she could find, and after tricking them into giving up more than they wanted was able to conclude that the staff had not seen the supposed returned husband and were quite concerned for Isabeau. Concerned, and very much afraid of her. Sadly that was all she was able to dig up on the subject as the staff was rather tight lipped, and although she could tease some information out, certain topics seemed to set off alarms in the people she was questioning. Ask the wrong question and they would simply refuse to answer. 

Her line of questioning with the last maid did however provide her with some useful information, even if the chubby servant didn't realize it. There was only one area in the house that could contain a room with high ceilings. Opening her note book to the pages she used to draw a map of the house Lillian made a note inside a large unmarked room on the second floor.

[i][color=00aeef]LAB[/color][/i] 

With that she snapped the book closed with a satisfied smile. She had finally made some headway in this case. With the staff doing their best to hide away at all costs she would be able to break into the lab and look around. No doubt in her mind that the lab would contain some important pieces of information. 

A near bye grandfather clock rang loudly, marking the hour. Retrieving one of the pocket watches she keeps around her neck and clicking it open Lillian checked the time. It had been an hour since she left Adam and Isabeau alone. Before searching the lab it would be a good idea to check up on them first. 

Lillian moved at a quickened pace, her heels clicking loudly on the marble tiles and her various pouches ringing like bells as the objects within clanked against one another echoed through the empty halls. In short time she was back at the sitting room were she left the pair only to find them both gone. Pressing a hand against the cushions of the chairs they had been sitting in revealed them to be room temperature which meant the chairs previous occupants had been gone some time. 

"Dammit!" Lillian cursed out loud. Perhaps leaving the two alone had not been the wisest choice. Especially considering how little information she had managed to dig up. In a flurry Lillian flew out of the room and quickly made her way through the house once more, the whole time she held her wrist at eye level so she could see the needle Adam had given her as she walked. The needle remained unchanged through the entire trek of the house which meant Adam was not close and no longer within the manor. 

Breaking into a full run at this point Lillian made her way to the front of the house and threw the front door open. The drive way leading up to the house was empty, the carriage they had arrived in was gone. There was a brief moment where Lillian wondered if Adam had simply left without her - it would not be the first time something like this had happened to her- but the thought was quickly dismissed as Adam was not one to do such a thing. 

Bounding down the front steps she made her way to the stables and threw the doors open. The stables were fairly large with numerous stalls lining the walls, each with a horse. No carriage, and if Adam's horses were among the others Lilian couldn't tell. Just to make sure she wasn't missing anything Lillian walked to the back of the stables, keeping an eye out for doors that may lead elsewhere, or a place to stick a carriage. Nothing of the sort was found, and the only spot that could house a carriage was filled with Isabeau's. It was beginning to look like the best choice would be to leave and quickly make her way back to Ware Manor and gather other society members to come help. Of course she was on foot on the other side of the city and no one but Adam and Ren knew her whereabouts so it was unlikely anyone looking for her would find her. Not that anyone was ever looking for her. Even if she stole a horse and made it to the manor in quick time she had little information to go on and any force she gathered would be just as lost as her, and time would be wasted as everyone scrambled to think of what to do. With that Lillian decided it would be best to go after Adam and the Lady on her own, confident a single mad women was of little threat. 

"First things first..." she mumbled under her breath. The first thing to do was determine if the carriage had even left the grounds. If it had than that limited the directions they could have gone. There were only a handful of streets in the area large enough to accommodate a full carriage, and direction could be narrowed down even more based on levels of traffic. It was unlikely that Isabeau would allow herself to be slowed. 

Lillian soothed her mind and reestablished her calm and antithetical demure that had been temporarily disturbed by the panic of realizing Adam was gone. With her mind back to normal it only took a few seconds for her to notice the depressions in the hay on the floor of the stable. There were two long depressions most likely caused by the wheels of a carriage. As to be expected the depressions led directly to Isabeau's carriage, unexpectedly though was a second set of tracks that continued past the carriage and ended at a wall. Pulling on the hook of a lantern holder -an obvious spot for a secret door switch- caused part of the wall to slide away. On the other side was a small room in the middle of which sat Adam's carriage. A quick search of it revealed neither Adam nor Ren's body. Adam was most assuredly not on the grounds anymore, Ren however may still be. It was unlikely the Lady would risk bringing the man-servant along. 

Returning inside Lilian began her search of the grounds once again, this time for Ren. Her search lasted only a brief few seconds as she spotted him walking down a hall towards her. She quickened her pace and met up with Ren who did not seem to be very pleased.

"We have a problem. Adam and Isabeau are gone. Off the grounds as far as I can tell. Both Adam's and her carriages are still in the stables. All the stalls are full so I am guessing she took two of hers and replaced them with your horses. Where ever she took Adam, she did so on horse back. My best guess is they're thirty minutes ahead of us, where ever they are. Staff knows more than they're letting. I narrowed down which room is Isabeau's lab, if we search it we may find a clue where she took Adam. Of course, that is only if you don't have a quicker means of getting information?"

Someone had kidnapped Adam Ware, Master of the Society, and (as far as Lilian was concerned) a personal friend. Lily was less than pleased about the whole afar and feeling very angry, an unfamiliar emotion for her to hold. Isabeau had a lot to answer for, and it had better be a damn good answer.