But a baffling change came over Cosgrave. He shook himself free. He stood upright, looking at Robert with a kind of stony dignity.
"Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Connie. She sent you, didn't she?"
"Yes. We met——"
"Where is she?"
"I don't know. Gone to the theatre probably."
"Isn't she coming back?"
"Not now."
"Didn't she send a message?"