There was no sign of Mr Grant.  No sign of anyone as a matter of fact.  It was a miracle not to hear the TV blaring, to witness it in the state of off at all, but that it was.  Upon ingress, Oran noticed that Phyllis’ blue coat was missing from the hanger near the door.  It occurred to us then that she might have listened to her preternatural instincts telling her the threat was robust at The Martlet and so had opted to skidoo.