The Schoolmaster stared at it, and on Conal's face a thunder-cloud of resentment gathered.
"Who did he tell you sent it?" the Schoolmaster asked.
"He wouldn't say—only that it was from a 'devoted admirer.'"
"Have you any idea who it's from?" Dan asked, anger and anxiety struggling within him.
Deirdre looked up at Conal.
"It's not from you, Conal?" she asked, hesitatingly.
He shook his head.
"Perhaps it was Davey?"
She looked at the Schoolmaster.
"No," he said, "Davey had no money, I know, so he couldn't have sent it. You've no idea of any one else?"