“Iris! Venice! Iris!”
“For God’s sake, Naps, take care!” snapped Guy. “Don’t go under that bridge.”
“Iris! Venice! Venice!”
Shirley was sobbing. In the pitch darkness....
“Hugo,” said Guy, “you and I together, for that bridge. Here, this way.... Naps, Naps! Come back, you fool!”
“Help....”
“God, who’s that! Iris? Venice?”
“Help ... here, to the right....” An exhausted whisper from the pit of the water.
“It’s Iris,” said Guy. “Where are you, Iris? Here, I’m in the water. Hold on.”
“Quick ... tired....”