But--this time--it was--" She rambled off incoherently.
"Who made you do it?
Who told you ?" prompted Constance.

"For whom would you do anything ?" Adele moaned and clutched Constance's hand convulsively.

Constance did not pause to consider the ethics of questioning a half-unconscious girl.

Her only idea was to get at the truth.
"Who was it ?" she reiterated.
Adele turned weakly.
"Dr.Price," she murmured as Constance bent her ear to catch even the faintest sound.

"He told me--all about it--last night--in the car." Instantly Constance understood.