“Here now! Here now! Here now!”
And then:
“Quiet down and get out! Here now!”
The room seemed to empty like a wash-bowl. A policeman fast-grappled in the corner released his hold on his soldier antagonist and started him with a shove toward the door. The deep voice continued. Edith perceived now that it came from a bull-necked police captain standing near the door.
“Here now! This is no way! One of your own sojers got shoved out of the back window an’ killed hisself!”
“Henry!” called Edith, “Henry!”
She beat wildly with her fists on the back of the man in front of her; she brushed between two others; fought, shrieked, and beat her way to a very pale figure sitting on the floor close to a desk.
“Henry,” she cried passionately, “what’s the matter? What’s the matter? Did they hurt you?”
His eyes were shut. He groaned and then looking up said disgustedly—
“They broke my leg. My God, the fools!”