It was something that he thought her worthy.
IX
RHONA
When the policeman with Rhona and Blondy passed up the steps between the green lamps of the new station-house, they found themselves in a long room whose warmth was a fine relief. They breathed more easily, loosened their coats, and then stepped forward. A police sergeant sat behind a railing, writing at a low desk, a low-hanging, green-shaded electric bulb above him.
Rhona felt that she had to speak quickly and get in her word before the others. She tried to be calm, but a dull sob went with the words.
"That man struck me—knocked me down. I've had him arrested."
The sergeant did not look up. He went on writing. Finally he spoke, easily:
"True, Officer?"
The policeman cleared his throat.
"The other way round, Sergeant. She struck the man."