“Bring her over here,” I called.  “I’ll come down and help you.”

In a flash I was out of the room and down the steps.  Mrs. Mundy, who had heard my hurried running, followed me to the door.  “What is it?” she asked.  “What’s the matter, Miss Dandridge?”

Opening the front door, I started down the steps, but already the man, with the girl in his arms, was coming up them.  “Go back,” he said, quietly, though his breath was quick and uneven.  “Go back.  You’ll get your feet wet.”

With a swift movement Mrs. Mundy pushed me aside.  “Mr. Guard?” Her voice was questioning, uncertain; then she held out her arms.  “The poor child!  Give her to me.  Who is it?  Why, it’s—­it’s Lillie Pierce!”

“Yes.”  The man’s voice was low, and with a movement of his head his hat fell on the floor.  “It’s Lillie Pierce.  She has fainted.  Where shall I take her?”

“In here.”  Opening a door at the end of the hall, Mrs. Mundy motioned Mr. Guard to enter.  From the girl’s mouth the blood was still dripping, and on the collar of her coat was a big round splotch of red.

“No,” I said.  “Bring her up-stairs.  There’s a room all fixed, and you have so much to do.”  I put my hand on Mrs. Mundy’s arm.  “I can take care of her.  Can’t we take her up-stairs?”

A swift look passed between Mrs. Mundy and Mr. Guard.  “No.”  The latter shook his head.  “It is better for her to be down here.”  Going inside of the little room, he laid the girl on a cot at the foot of the bed, then turned to me.  “Get a doctor.  Call Chester 4273 and tell Carson, if he’s there, to come at once.  If you can find her, get Miss White also.”

I turned to leave the room, but not before I saw Mrs. Mundy and Mr. Guard at work on the girl, and already her hat and coat were off, and warm covering was being tucked around her.  Mrs. Mundy knew what to do, and with feet that hardly touched the steps I was at the telephone and calling the number that had been given me.  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.