When he sprang out at the house of the "woman doctor," he dared not glance back into the tonneau. Hammering on the panels of the door, and keeping his thumb on the bell, he called up to an opening window on the second floor:
"Doctor! Hurry! A woman has got drowned! Hurry!"
"Where is she?" came a laconic voice from the window.
"Here! In my car! Hurry!"
The window slammed down; a minute later the electric lights were snapped on in the sleeping house, and hurrying feet came along the hall.
CHAPTER XX
"Of course," Dr. Holt said, when it was plain that nothing more could be done, "you ought to have left her where she was."
"But we didn't know whether she was alive—" they excused themselves.