dresses. Mills, the chauffeur, seemed unable to cope with the disaster, which he considered had come upon them ready-made, out of the night.
"It was my friend's fault entirely," said the other man. "He started to cross without looking."
"Can't be too careful a night like this," remarked the constable, making entries in his notebook.
The victim suddenly straightened himself and said in a thick voice, "I'm perfectly all right." Then he became limp again.
It was at this moment that Noel arrived, having been keeping a look-out, as instructed by Judy. The wail of metal-studded tires being brought to a sudden stop had attracted his notice, and he came out to see what was up. The constable, observing his empty sleeve, addressed him as Captain, and things began to progress. Like many another policeman who has to do with street crossings, this one considered women biological absurdities. Mills and the victim's friend got "Chip" into the car and made him as comfortable as possible. Noel sat outside with Mills, and Judy sat beside the injured man, overcoming an almost uncontrollable impulse to draw that bending head down to her shoulder.
