"Here's Dr. Spenlove," they cried. "He knows her."
Yes, he knew her the moment his eyes fell upon her, the people having made way for him. The body borne by the policemen was that of a young girl scarcely out of her teens, an unfortunate who had walked the streets for two or three years past.
"You had better come with us, doctor," said one of the policemen, to both of whom he was known. "We have just picked her out of the water."
A middle-aged woman pushed herself close to Dr. Spenlove.
"She said she'd do it a month ago," said this woman, "if luck didn't turn."
Good God! If luck didn't turn! What direction in the unfortunate girl's career was the lucky turn to take to prevent her from courting death?
"You will come with us, sir," said the policeman.
"Yes," answered Dr. Spenlove mechanically.
The police station was but a hundred yards away, and thither they walked, Dr. Spenlove making a hasty examination of the body as they proceeded.
"Too late, I'm afraid, sir," said the policeman.