a good name - as good as any - Charlotte Green - that's all you know
- but - but don't leave me alone with them - you - you'll come to
the hospital with me, won't you - I -"

Gypsy Nan had collapsed in a heap on the sidewalk.

Rhoda Gray glanced swiftly around her. In the squalid tenement
before which she stood there would be no help of the kind that was
needed. There would be no telephone in there by means of which she
could summon an ambulance. And then her glance rested on a figure
far up the block under a street lamp - a policeman. She bent
hurriedly over the prostrate woman, whispered a word of
encouragement, and ran in the officer's direction.

As she drew closer to the policeman, she called out to him. He
turned and came running toward, and, as he reached her, after a
sharp glance into her face, touched his helmet respectfully.

"What's wrong with the White Moll to-night?" he asked pleasantly.

"There's - there's a woman down there" - Rhoda Gray was breathless
from her run - "on the sidewalk. She needs help at once."

"Drunk?" inquired the officer laconically.

"No, I'm sure it's anything but that," Rhoda Gray answered quickly.
"She appears to be very sick. I think you had better summon an
ambulance without delay."

"All right!" agreed the officer. "There's a patrol box down there