A dry sob shook the girl, and she buried her face in her arms.
Markham stepped round the desk and placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"We've got to face it, my child," he said. "We're going to the house at once to see what can be done and you'd better come in the car with us."
"Oh, I don't want to go back," she moaned. "I'm afraid—I'm afraid! . . ."
