When she had elicited all that Kathleen could tell, she returned to the subject of Ralph Chainey.
"I knew he was false to me, but I did not believe he was wicked enough to do murder," she said.
Kathleen shuddered as with a mortal chill, and said faintly:
"There must be some mistake."
The blonde gazed in silence for several minutes at the lovely face of the hapless young girl, then asked, abruptly:
"What shall you do about it?"
"Nothing," Kathleen answered, sorrowfully; and she thought to herself that she would give the world to blot out of her life all memory of the man she had loved so dearly and so well; yet she knew that his memory would haunt her all her life long, and that her heart would break because he had proved unworthy.
She looked pleadingly at the woman before her, and exclaimed:
"Will you please take me home to my father?"
"To-morrow," answered Fedora, soothingly. She rose as she spoke. "Lie down and sleep; it is late," she added. "To-morrow I will go home with you and restore you to your friends."