Do you think Duane--" In the darkness the blood scorched her face, the humiliation almost crushed her.

But she went on: "Do you think Duane suspects that--that----" "I don't think Duane suspects anything," said Kathleen, striving to steady her voice.

"You came in here as soon as you felt--ill; didn't you ?" "I--yes----" She could say no more.

How she came to be on her bed in her own room she could not remember.

It seemed to her as though she had fallen asleep on the lounge.