"And supposing it got out?"
"I think the proceedings at the inquest would read worse, my dear. Get up and come along at once."
"Oh, but you know I can't."
"You must. I'm serious. You'll die if you stop here much longer, my dear child. Do you realize how cold it really is?"
A faint smile came over the gentle face, set in its frame of fur.
"Poor lass," I cried. "What a fool I am. Give me her hand, and I'Il help her up."
"But what about Falcon?"
"The chauffeur?"
She nodded. I thought for a moment, then I looked for the companion. There, happily, were tablets and a pencil.
"We'll write him a note," said I. "Wait a minute."