Molly shook her head disgustedly.
“Don’t be foolish, Theo,” she chided. “No one would want to hurt a grown girl like her.”
“Then what about the man?”
“I think she went away with him.”
“Where to?”
“I’m not sure––”
Theodore sank back. Molly’s fingers slipped from his, and for a moment he covered his face with his hands, soundless sobs shaking his weak body. The woman knew by his appearance that he believed her absolutely.
“It’ll kill me!” he got out at last.
Molly slipped an arm under his head. She had never seen him in such a state.
“Theo, don’t! Don’t!” she implored. “Please don’t shake so, and I’ll tell you all I know.”