"Hi cabman, get down and open the door" screamed Mr. Palsey.
The man shuffled down from the box and opened the door.
"Any luggage" he asked roughly.
"No" replied Mr. Palsey "there is a young lady fainted and we are going to carry her in to this house."
"Right" responded the man and he stood aside while Cyril and Mr. Palsey came gingerly out carrying Helen between them.
As they were ascending the steps a rough looking man in a torn red shirt and battered hat came up and addressed himself to Cyril.
"Hi sir" he cried out "what about that £10 you promised; I'm a poor starving man and I cant wait much longer.
"Bother" muttered Cyril "here man will a shilling suffice for this evening, I'll pay the rest tomorrow."
"All right" grumbled the man, "unless you pay up tomorrow it'll be the last job I do for you," and with an oath the man departed.
Cyril lead the way into a dimly lighted parlour and with Mr. Palseys help Helen was soon arranged on the sofa.