The arrival of Margaret Glendenning put an end to these thoughts. The girl entered the room, accompanied by Larkin.
She was remarkably beautiful, but the black lounging pajamas that she wore gave an added pallor to her white features. The girl stared directly at the visitor, and Hasbrouck noticed a sad look in her brown eyes.
“What do you wish to know?” the girl inquired, without waiting for the formality of an introduction.
Hasbrouck had risen from his chair. He sat down as Margaret Glendenning took a seat opposite him. He responded immediately to her question.
“I should like to know anything that you know concerning Robert Buchanan,” said the detective. “Anything that might help me in my efforts to locate him.”
“I do not know where he is.”
The girl’s voice was level — each word uttered in a hushed, solemn tone.
“You have not heard from him since the last night he was here?” Hasbrouck questioned further.
“Not a word,” answered the girl, with a far-away look.
“He said nothing that might give you an idea where he has gone?”