As long as I stayed by myself, I had some luck at believing; but there was morning and the newspapers and telephone calls. I had to tell my father then, and mother; and they talked with the police. They talked with Mrs. Sparling and Gibson and fifty others who were at the dance. And also they talked with Dorothy.
She was conscious now but in complete collapse, and her prostration, added to what she said, gave the final proof against Jerry. She'd loved him, too, it seemed; and he'd attacked and robbed her.
There's no sense in stringing here the sensations the papers spread; they were perfectly plain and obvious. "Foster Son of Millionaire Attacks and Robs Society Girl"; and "Foundling of Fanneals Turns Brute"; and "Waif Reared to Riches Reverts to Original Savagery" and all that tosh. They dogged my people and me, the servants and even our office force. They
