She sprang from her own chair to lean above her friend who had sunk to the floor in a heap, her hair tumbling down and straying all about her head and shoulders. "Oh! Oh! Don't!" gasped the little girl. She ventured to touch the pale lady's arm. Then she tried to shake her by it, and the lax body of the young woman slipped down further from its leaning posture against the chair. Oh! It seemed, dreadful to Carolyn May. She had never seen anybody faint before. The pale lady might be dead! And whom should she tell? Whom ask for help? The little girl had not the least idea what to do in this emergency. It seemed just as though her friend were dead and she was left alone with her. There was nobody near to whom Carolyn could speak. She was actually afraid of the rough people in the house. She knew that the pale lady had absolutely nothing to do with her neighbours. Whether this was a wise way to do or not, Mrs. Laird never even replied when spoken to by the people in the house. Carolyn began quietly to sob herself. That was her nervousness. But she did not lose her self-control. She knew that some help must be brought to the pale lady. A doctor ought to come. Carolyn knew no doctor save the Camerons' own family physician and he lived far over on the West Side. The poor woman lay so white and helpless that the child's heart was torn with pity for her. Somebody must come--and "somebody" meant Mamma Cameron! There was nobody else in the world, she thought, who would know so well what to do for the pale lady in this event. She started for the door, and of course Prince followed her. He had been snuffing questioningly at the fallen young woman. "No, Prince," sobbed little Carolyn May. "You can't come. You must stay here while I run for Mamma. Watch her, Prince! Wait--that's a good dog--till I come back with Mamma Cameron." She unlocked the door and withdrew the key from the lock. She knew the pale lady always kept herself locked in and she could not leave her now, even with Prince on guard, with the door unfastened. Slipping out into the half-darkened, ill-smelling hall, the child quickly inserted the key in the lock again and turned it. Then she pocketed the key and ran lightly to the head of the stairway. Without Prince she really was afraid of the children who flocked about the house; but the venture must be made alone for the pale lady's sake. Fortunately the stairway to the street door chanced to be clear. She stole down it and had almost reached the lower floor when a door there opened. She had a glimpse of a tawdry interior, and a slovenly woman holding the door open for a caller to pass out. Carolyn May stopped, shivering. The man coming out of the apartment was very well dressed--a sharp-featured, dark man with eyebrows that met above his aquiline nose, and the eyes beneath them so keen and threatening in their glance that when they were turned on Carolyn May she could not for the moment move from where she stood.