"Oh!" exclaimed Cora weakly.
"That isn't all. She knows more about you than this, even if this weren't enough."
"What does she know?" demanded Miss Kidder with a violent start, the color leaving her face suddenly.
"She knows you and Patricia were in that hazing affair. Then she knew something worse than that. She knows that you were the one who spoiled the consommé and lost the 'honor' bead for her."
Cora sat down heavily on the edge of the cot. Her eyes were wide with terror.
"She—she knows?"
"Yes. And I shouldn't be surprised if she knew more. She isn't the girl to tell all she knows. Now, what are you going to do about it, Cora Kidder?"
"Oh, I don't know," moaned the unhappy girl, burying her face in the pillows, her shoulders rising and falling with her smothered sobs.
Jane watched her in silence. There was an expression of compassion in the eyes of Crazy Jane. Finally she rose and stepped softly to the cot. Cora was aroused by a gentle touch on her shoulder.
"Dearie!" murmured Crazy Jane soothingly.