The girl turned from the window, where the bright sky silhouetted her slender figure.
“How do I know where he is?” she snapped.
“Now look, Virginia,” objected one of the men in the room, “there’s no point in getting angry. We must know.”
“I know you must, Peter,” she returned. “I agree. But I don’t know. Do you understand that? I don’t know!”
Peter Moray shrugged. “Anybody capable of building a space resonator must have enough training to have known about it in the first place.”
John Cauldron spoke sharply, “You went out to the corner as suggested?”
“I did. He did not appear. After I returned I watched at regular intervals. No one came. Also I listened carefully as you suggested. He hasn’t been calling—hasn’t called since about eleven o’clock this morning.”
Peter Moray smiled. “Yest
