In a second the closed door of the bedroom was flung open, and Linda’s double dashed into the room. Sobbing with fright, she threw herself at Linda’s feet.
“I didn’t know I was married to a criminal!” she wailed. “Oh, this is the end—the end of everything! I wish I was dead!”
Leaning over, Linda gently raised the girl to her feet, and for the first time, looked into the face of her double. The same blue eyes, and blond, curly hair; a nose not unlike her own, and a lovely, flower-like complexion. But oh, how different she looked, with that expression of terror and misery on her face, and the tears streaming from her eyes! Like Linda, and yet totally unlike her!
“Sit down,—Fanny,” whispered Linda. “And try to control yourself.”
The girl did as she was told, and Chase turned to Jardin.
“Let’s take these men away in your car, Jardin,” he suggested. “And come back for the girls. We’ll send a wireless for a boat to come over from Honolulu and put them into the jail there.”
“Is that all right with you, Miss Carlton?” inquired Jardin. “Can you manage Fanny till we get back?”
“Yes, that suits me,” agreed Linda.
“Do you want to say good-bye to your husband, Mrs. Long?” asked Chase.
“I never want to see him again!” was the impassioned reply. “I hate him!”