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brought them on to where the ground became uneven and into the little valley and at last to the very door of Mr. Tumnus’s cave．But there a terrible surprise awaited them．
The door had been wrenched off its hinges and broken to bits． Inside，the cave was dark and cold and had the damp feel and smell of a place that had not been lived in for several days．Snow had drifted in from the doorway and was heaped on the floor，mixed with something black，which turned out to be the charred sticks and ashes from the fire．Someone had apparently flung it about the room and then stamped it out．The crockery lay smashed on the floor and the picture of the Faun’s father had been slashed into shreds with a knife．
“This is a pretty good washout，”said Edmund；“not much good coming here．”
“What is this ？”said Peter，stooping down．He had just noticed a piece of paper which had been nailed through the carpet to the floor．
“Is there anything written on it ？”asked Susan．
“Yes，I thi
