The woman was lying on the greensward near a diverging driveway, and some fifty yards from where Danny Maloney, startled by the detective’s sudden sharp commands, brought the touring car to a quick stop.
A girl in a white apron and a starched linen cap was bending over the woman and gazing around affrightedly, uncertain what to do. Seeing the car stop and the detectives alighting, she suppressed a scream for help and awaited their approach.
“She is down and out, chief, for fair,” said Patsy, while they ran toward the couple.
“Fainted, most likely,” said Nick tersely. “If more serious, we’ll rush her to the nearest physician, or call an ambulance.”
“By Jove, she’s getting up!” cried Patsy. “It’s not so bad, chief, after all. She’s not completely in the soup.”
They were rapidly approaching the couple while speaking.
The nurse, or governess, for such the young woman appeared to be, had arisen and was assisting the other to her feet.
She was a well-dressed woman of thirty-five, with an abundance of wavy auburn hair and rather thin features, fairly prepossessing, but then quite pale. She was wiping a white froth from her lips, and appeared [Pg 3]weak and confused.
“What’s the trouble?” Nick asked, addressing the nurse. “When was she taken ill? Do you know her?”
He now suspected that the woman might be subject to fits, and that she would recover without medical aid.