In her dilemma she thought only of Constance.

She hurried to her.
"It was as you said, a frame-up," she blurted out, as she entered Constance's apartment, then in the same breath added, "That Mrs.Murray was just a stool pigeon." Constance received her sympathetically.

She had expected such a visit, though not so soon.
"Just how much do they--know ?" she asked pointedly.
Anita had pressed her hands together nervously.

"Really--I confess," she murmured, "indiscretions--yes; misconduct--no!" She spoke the last words defiantly.

Constance listened eagerly, though she did not betray it.
She had found out that it was a curious twist in feminine psychology that the lie under such circumstances was a virtue, that it showed that there was hope for such a woman.