It was only when they had exhausted the subjects of the working girl and the stage that she launched at Evelyn the seemingly innocent question, "Where are you going to stay in New York, Miss Ward ?" "I--why--" stammered Evelyn.
"Do you expect to be met at the station?
It will be almost midnight when we reach New York, you know." "I know," muttered Evelyn.

Averting her face from Kathleen she stared out the window.
"It's now or never," decided Kathleen.

Her strong supple fingers closed suddenly over one of the limp white hands that lay so helplessly in Evelyn's lap.

"Miss Ward," she said in a low tense voice, "something dreadful has happened to you.

I want you to tell me about it.