For the belief had come to her, at the moment when she saw Chip's white face in the glare from their lamps, that they had chosen the nicest man in all London to knock down.
His friend, who sat sideways in one of the small seats, introduced himself as Major Stroud, and the victim, on whom he kept an anxious eye, as Major Crosby.
"He'll be all right as soon as we get him home and to bed," he assured Judy. "It's too bad, but you're not in any way to blame. Saw the whole thing, so I know. Crosby's always walking into things. He's everlastingly thinking about that book of his. I tried to grab his arm, but it was too late."
"How badly do you think he's hurt?" She could hear the injured man's laborious breathing, and was heartsick.
"Oh, just a knock on the head, I expect, against that curb. Thank Heaven it was no worse. Your chauffeur did splendidly. Can't think how he avoided running over him."
"But a knock on the head may mean
""Now don't you worry about it, Miss
""Pendleton," Judy said.
"Miss Pendleton. I'll ring up the doctor as