“It’s a pretty stiff—” Serena began, and stopped short, staring at the girl. “My God!” she cried. “What’s happened? Your scarf—”
Geraldine looked down. One side of the scarf about her shoulders was sodden and stained with blood.
The glass dropped from her hand and crashed upon the floor, and a sickening blackness swam before her eyes. She stretched out her hands, and they touched nothing. Her knees gave way, and she[Pg 309] staggered back. Then, with a supreme effort, she recovered herself. She leaned against the wall, sick and trembling, until the wild chaos in her brain passed by. She heard Serena speaking. Presently she could see Serena’s frightened face before her.
“What is it? What’s the matter?” she was saying.
“It’s Sambo,” said Geraldine, with an effort. “He’s hurt. Send some one to bring him in!”
“In here? Where is he?”
“Down on the North Road, in his car. Send some one—”
Serena came nearer.
“See here, Geraldine!” she whispered. “I can’t! Wait! Let’s see—let’s think how we can get him away!”
“I tell you he’s hurt!” insisted Geraldine. “Send some one—”