"Where is Clifford Standish now?"
"I do not know."
"How long since you saw him?"
"Two weeks ago to-night."
"At the time of the kidnaping of Miss Harding?"
"Yes."
Her answers were given as if dragged from her under stress of fear, but it was plain that she meant to make the confession he demanded.
He flashed Cissy and Hawthorne a triumphant look, then said, briskly:
"Tell us all about that night and your share in it, as quickly as you can, for our time is very precious."
So, with her head drooped in bitter shame, and eyes downcast, lest she should meet their glances of scorn and execration, the beautiful woman whose sins had followed her so relentlessly, poured out the story of that night's wrong-doing, her heart sinking in despair the while, for before her she saw the dark future opening like Hades, so awful in its gloom.