A sob climbed to her throat and her voice shook as she continued: "I was safe, you see, thanks to you.

And--and I felt I must go and help a little, if I could." "Yes--I suppose you would feel that," he acknowledged, a sort of grudging approval in his tones.

"But there's nothing more one can do now.

An emergency train is coming soon and then we shall get away--those that are left of us.

But what's this ?"--he felt her sleeve--"Your arm is all wet." He pushed up the loose coat-sleeve and swung the light of his lantern upon the thin silk of her blouse beneath it.