I was
frightened and impatient at the slowness of Central. "For Heaven's
sake, hurry!" I said. "Some one is ill. Ring loud!"
Dr. Carson was in. He would come at once. Miss White was out.
"Where is she?" I asked. "Where can I get her?"
I was told where she might be found, and, changing my slippers for
shoes, and putting on my coat and hat, I came down ready to go out.
At the door of the room where they had taken the girl I stopped. She
was now quite conscious, and with no pillow under her head she was
staring up at the ceiling. Blood was no longer on her lips, but a
curious smile was on them. It must have been this gasping, faintly
scornful smile that startled me. It seemed mocking what had been
done too late.
"I am going for Miss White." I looked at Mr. Guard. "She is at the
Bostrows'. The doctor--"
As I spoke he came in, a big man, careless in dress and caustic in
speech, but a man to be trusted. I slipped out and in a few minutes
had found Martha White, and quickly we walked back to Scarborough
Square.
"It's well you came when you did.
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