“And now，” said Mr Beaver， pushing away his empty beer mug and pulling his cup of tea towards him， “if you‘ll just wait till I’ve got my pipe lit up and going nicely.why， now we can get to business. It‘s snowing again，” he added， cocking his eye at the window. “That’s all the better， because it means we shan‘t have any visitors； and if anyone should have been trying to follow you， why he won’t find any tracks.”
What Happened After Dinner
“And now，” said Lucy， “do please tell us what‘s happened to Mr Tumnus.”
“Ah， that’s bad，” said Mr Beaver， shaking his head. “That‘s a very， very bad business. There’s no doubt he was taken off by the police. I got that from a bird who saw it done.”
“But where‘s he been taken to？” asked Lucy.
“Well， they were heading northwards when they were last seen， and we all know what that means.”
“No， we don’t，” said Susan. Mr Beaver shook his head in a very gloomy fashion.
“I‘m afraid it means they were taking him to her House，” he said.
