"He'd see her anyhow, when we brought her down; and we can't do anything for her here. Where shall I put her?"
"Wasn't there a bed in that room?" she asked.
"Slip off your coat; she will be all right on the floor for a minute."
Lady took off the long coat and spread it upon the boards, taking Sheila's hand in her lap as I laid her down upon it. I raised the little window, and looked down into the street. The car stood there, its lights glaring monstrously down the empty street.
"Hi!" I called. "You chauffeur! Leave the car and come up here."
Below, a figure detached itself from the shadow of the car. "What, sir?" he shouted up.
"Come up here; we want you."
The man did not answer, and turned back to his car. I watched him angrily, but after a moment he crossed the sidewalk and disappeared in the hall doorway.
"I wouldn't blame her husband too surely," I said, as I turned from the window. "I think the man who struck her was an Italian."
Lady started. "What makes you think so?" she asked in a whisper.