Then with a great, busy frown the Young Doctor turned to his notebook.
"Let me see," he estimated. "It was four weeks ago yesterday— that you fell on the street."
"Was it?" said the woman indifferently.
"Mrs. Gallien," asked the Young Doctor with some abruptness, "just exactly where is your home?"
"I have no home," said the woman.
"Yes, but you must live somewhere," bristled the Young Doctor.
"Only in my pocketbook and my sense of 12humor," quoted the woman with frank mockery.
"But why make such a mystery about your domicile?" persisted the Young Doctor.
"That's just it," said the woman. "I haven't any domicile to make a mystery of! It's seventeen years since I've lived in what you call a domicile.
"Where have you lived?" demanded the Young Doctor.