“In New York, I mean?”
“No; no; she’s not here,” Kate cried precipitately. “That’s the reason why I offered to come—”
“I see.” She thought she caught a faint note of relief in his voice. “She wished you to consult me?”
“Yes.”
“And she’s done everything—everything, of course, to stop this abomination?”
“Oh, everything ... everything.”
“Except to tell her daughter?”
She made another sign of assent.
Dr. Arklow cleared his throat, and declared with emphasis: “It is her duty to tell her daughter.”
“Yes,” Kate Clephane faltered. She got to her feet and looked about her blindly for the door.