"He is ?" she asked quickly.

"Then that was why Dr.Price--" She managed to suppress the remark and continued her walk home without another word.
In Adele's little apartment Constance was quick to note that the same haggard look had returned to her friend's face.
Adele had reached for her pocketbook with a sort of clutching eagerness and was about to leave the room.
Constance rose.

"Why don't you give up the stuff ?" she asked earnestly.
"Don't you want to ?" For a moment Adele faced her angrily.

Then her real nature seemed slowly to come to the surface.

"Yes," she murmured frankly.
"Then why don't you ?" pleaded Constance.
"I haven't the power.