"Do not faint; be a brave girl," he said. "Your employer was killed shortly after you left."
Deathly pale, she sat watching him.
"By—whom?"
"By Séverac Bablon, so it is written on his desk. It is unfortunate that Lawrence was there to-night; but I—I am your friend, my child. Are you going to faint—no?"
"No," said the girl, smiling bravely.
"Then good-night."
He pressed her hand again—and was gone.