“What’s happened to her?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.”
“I want to see her.”
Arthur shrugged. “I don’t mind whether you see her or not. It’s just that she doesn’t want to see you.”
“Why not?”
“The Sarge is the only one she wants to see.”
“Is she all right?”
“Fit as a fiddle.” He grinned. “Cut lip, of course, and a bruise or two, but radiant as a bride. You wouldn’t know her.”
“How much longer is this going on?”
“Search me. I’d say it had only just started.”