The electric door-bell sent out a long, imperative summons.
"Who can that be, Dave, at this time of night? None of the boys locked out?"
"No; they all went up to bed a while ago."
Belle rose and walked to the door. I pulled the tidy from my chair-back over my bald head to protect me from the draught, but that did not prevent me from hearing what went on.
"Are you Mrs. Gemmell?" This from a female voice, breathless with excitement.
"I am."
"Then you are one of the trustees of the House of Refuge?" gasped another feminine speaker.
"Yes. Won't you come in?"
"No, thank you. We've just come to tell you about this young girl who has run to us for protection."
"We're school-teachers, mawm."