"I've waited long."
"It's not the first time I've asked you to call," she cried in strained tones.
"No?"
She held his gaze with steady intensity.
"I sent for you the night young Dahlgren's body was stolen—"
"Really?"
"It was raining. I was horribly depressed. I couldn't endure the strain. I meant to surrender utterly and trust you—"
"I didn't get your message—"
"I know that you didn't—where were you?"
"Engaged on important business for the Government—"