A voice addressed them from the street: "Anything the matter?" it said.
Tom turned and found that the driver of a taxi had pulled up his machine and was peering into the shadow.
"Yes. There's been an accident," Tom said. "This lady's fainted. We'd better get her home."
"Where's she going to?" said the driver suspiciously.
"What business is that of yours?" cried the old man furiously. "You just leave us alone."
"No, you couldn't do that," Tom answered. "There'll be a policeman here in a moment, and he'll have you home whether you want it or not. You never can lift her yourself, and you can't leave her there. You'd better help me get her into the cab!"
The old man began to gargle strangely in his throat.
"Policeman!" he seemed to say. "If I 'ad my way——"
"Well, for once you haven't," said Tom shortly. "Here, driver, help me lift her in."