She could not find the film ... Was it lost or stolen?
But if the film wasn't lost-and it couldn't have been, she thought grimly, going over and over it- then it had to have been stolen, and stolen while she was taking her bath.
She sat without moving, allowing the shock of this to catch up with her, and it was a very real shock, with implications that left her a little dizzy. How frightfully arrogant she'd been, she thought, dashing about taking her snapshots so openly while all the time someone on this safari didn't want to be photo-graphed. Someone had allowed her to snap as many of them as she pleased, and then her film had been quietly taken away from her. She had been discreetly and firmly put in her place.
Score one for the assassin, she thought