Orr sniffed. "That is rather awkward."
"Then almost at once he went. But where?"
"Have you heard from him since?"
"No, and it is for that reason I sent for you. Won't you go to him and let me know?"
But Orr did not like the errand. It seemed to him that Annandale might be the man. "That, too, is rather awkward," he objected.
Against the objection Sylvia pleaded. Manifestly she was nervous. "If you won't go," she said at last, "I shall."
"Oh, well, if you put it in that way," Orr reluctantly replied, "I suppose I must."
"And you will come back?"
"As quickly as I can."
There is a line of Hugo descriptive of the earnestness with which people gape at a wall behind which something has occurred. Orr recalled it when he reached Gramercy Park. At one end of the park was a great crowd staring at the high fence of iron. It was behind the fence that Loftus had been found. The place itself was directly in front of Annandale's house.