Then some one with more presence of mind than the rest summoned an ambulance.
The police arrived, then the ambulance, and with tenderness and care the woman and child were placed within.
"Is she dead?" whispered Leonie to the ambulance surgeon.
"No," he answered, kindly. "She is not dead, but it might be kinder to her if she were. The child is dead. Is she your mother, my boy?"
It was the first time that Leonie had thought of her clothes, and her face colored slightly as she answered:
"No, sir, not my mother, but my friend! Her husband was arrested to-night and taken to jail for trying to kill her child. He died of——"
But the surgeon had no time for details. It was necessary to get the woman to the hospital as soon as possible, and giving the address to Leonie, he gave the order to the driver.
The man who had first arrived upon the scene turned to Leonie.
"If you will come home with me," he said, "I will see that you have a place to sleep to-night."
"You are very kind, sir," she answered, "but I think I cannot go."