Lord Westholt saw what had happened, having given a look at the bicycle.
"His chain broke as he was coming down the incline, and as he fell he got a nasty knock on this stone," touching with his foot a rather large one, which had evidently fallen from some cartload of building material.
The young man, still vacantly smiling, was fumbling at his breast pocket.

He began to talk incoherently in good, nasal New York, at the mere sound of which Lady Anstruthers made a little yearning step forward.
"Superior any other," he muttered.

"Tabulator spacer--marginal release key--call your 'tention--instantly--'justable--Delkoff--no equal on market." And having found what he had fumbled for, he handed a card to Miss Vanderpoel and sank unconscious on her breast.
"Let me support him, Miss Vanderpoel," said Westholt, starting forward.
"Never mind, thank you," said Betty.

"If he has fainted I suppose he must be laid flat on the ground.

Will you please to read the card." It was the card Mount Dunstan had read the day before.
J.BURRIDGE & SON, DELKOFF TYPEWRITER CO.
BROADWAY, NEW YORK.