Now the steps she had heard were those of Edmund； and he came into the room just in time to see Lucy vanishing into the wardrobe. He at once decided to get into it himself.not because he thought it a particularly good place to hide but because he wanted to go on teasing her about her imaginary country. He opened the door. There were the coats hanging up as usual， and a smell of mothballs， and darkness and silence， and no sign of Lucy. “She thinks I‘m Susan come to catch her，” said Edmund to himself， “and so she’s keeping very quiet at the back.” He jumped in and shut the door， forgetting what a very foolish thing this is to do. Then he began feeling about for Lucy in the dark. He had expected to find her in a few seconds and was very surprised when he did not. He decided to open the door again and let in some light. But he could not find the door either. He didn‘t like this at all and began groping wildly in every direction； he even shouted out， “Lucy！ Lu！ Where are you？ I know you’re here.”
There was no answer and Edmund noticed that his own voice had a curious sound.not the sound you expect in a cupboard， but a kind of open.air sound. He also noticed that he was unexpectedly cold； and then he saw a light.
