Snell sank to a doorstep, and Patsy made a quick examination of his head.
“That was a nasty blow,” he said, “but I think your skull is sound. Aren’t you feeling better?”
“Yes,” Snell replied, “I am. I was more frightened than hurt, perhaps. I am greatly obliged to you.”
“Don’t mention it. Let me help you to your house. Do you live near?”
Snell laughed a little.
“Near!” he repeated, “I should say not.”
“Will you have a cab called to take you home?” asked Patsy.
Again Snell laughed.
“It would be too long a journey,” he said. “I am a stranger in New York, and I am staying at the Fifth Avenue. That isn’t very far away, I believe.”