The Bartons lived in one of the apartments of the building. The front door was locked, and so Bob was forced reluctantly to ring the bell beneath the name which indicated their particular letter box.
He waited, holding the young girl in his arms.
"Oh, I'm so sick!" he heard her say faintly, and he realized that she was regaining consciousness.
"If only I can get her upstairs quietly," he thought.
He was about to swing her body around in his arms so that he could ring once more when there was a turning of the knob.
"Who is it?" came a frightened voice.
It was Mary Barton at the doorway.
"S-s-s-h!" cautioned Bob. "It's Burke. I'm bringing Miss Lorna home? Don't make any noise."
"Oh!" gasped the unhappy sister. "What's wrong? Is she hurt?"
"No!" said Bob. "Fortunately not."