It was not Storm---it was a uniformed policeman. The man spoke a curt word to the detective, and then ran up the steps. Susan had the door open for him before he could ring. "What is it?" she cried. "_Quick!_ Tell me--is he--is Captain Arden hurt?" The man twiddled a button. "Yes, miss--er--well, not much." The constable was confused. "He's--er--he wants to see you ... and..." "Yes, _yes_!" The girl stamped her foot impatiently. "Go on. Tell me the worst--I shan't faint or do anything silly. Is he--seriously injured?" "Well, miss, you never know," said the policeman huskily. "The doctors say-- "Where is he?" "St. George's Hospital--on his way there, anyhow. He sent me to fetch you. That's his car." "I'll come right away," she said pantingly. "Hurry!" She could not understand his hesitation, until she turned and saw Terry and Ann standing behind her. Terry was looking grave. "Shall I go with you?" he asked gently, but she shook her head. "I'll go alone--I'd rather," she said. He nodded understandingly, and she rushed down the steps and climbed into the car. The policeman followed. In an instant the subdued mutter of the engine had risen to a deafening roar, and, as the man let in the clutch, the Hirondel leapt off like an unleashed greyhound, They swung into the Park at Grosvenor Gate, and as they emerged at Hyde Park Corner they saw that, diminished as the traffic was at that hour, the wreckage of Piccadilly Circus had caused a block which was already spreading nearly to Park Lane. It was with some difficulty that they threaded their way through the press. To the girl's inquiries the driver answered only in gruff monosyllables, and she was reduced to picturing to herself what might have befallen Storm. It was anguishing to think of--Storm, the debonair and strong and athletic--now, perhaps, only a crushed, mutilated travesty of life. A quiver of fear touched her lips, and then with a conscious gesture she tossed her head erect and sat stiffly motionless. Courage! ... She must have courage.... He had always so despised cowardice, been so scathingly contemptuous of people who trembled and shook at the knees and whined whenever they came up against the toughness and ugliness of the world. She had hardly noticed their man[oe]uvring through the gyratory system at the triangular junction of Piccadilly, Knightsbridge and Grosvenor Place; but the lurch of the car turning suddenly recalled her to her surroundings. And with a shock she realised that they had diverged to the left and were racing down Constitution Hill with the Hirondel's cut-out closed down until the engine made no more than a whispering drone which attracted no attention. She caught at the arm of the uniformed man beside her. "What's the idea?" she demanded sharply. "You said St. George's Hospital----"