“By yourself?”
“Yes; and you were some load,” said O’Leary cheerfully.
Dangerfield was silent a moment, his glance wandering up and down the hall. Finally he asked, after a delay so long that O’Leary had grown tired of waiting:
“I have an impression—was any one else with you?”
“Yes, there was—”
“A woman?” he interrupted.
O’Leary nodded.
“I thought so,” he said, with a sort of sigh of relief. Presently he added, but with less curiosity, “Who was it?”
“Girl across the way from you—Miss Sonderson. She happened along just as you keeled over. No one knows much about her, only she seemed to be able to handle you in first-rate style.”
“How long was she there?”