"Your family will never believe your story, never believe that you came again and stayed at Lustgarten's against your will.

Why," the voice taunted with a harsh laugh, "if they knew the truth, they would turn you from the door, instead of offering a reward." There was a moment of silence.

Then a woman's voice, strangely familiar to Constance, spoke.
"The truth!" she exclaimed bitterly.

"He knew it was a case of a girl who liked a good time, liked pretty clothes, a ride in an automobile, theaters, excitement, bright lights, night life--a girl with a romantic disposition in whom all that was repressed at home.

He knew it," she repeated, raising the tone to an almost hysterical pitch, "led me on, made me love him because he could give them all to me.