CHAPTER II.
OUT OF THE FOG A sudden warning shout, the transient glare of fog-blurred headlights, then a crash and a staggering blow on the car's near side which sent it reeling like a drunken thing, bonnet foremost, straight into a motor-omnibus.
Magda felt herself pitched violently forward off the seat, striking her head as she fell, and while the car yet rocked with the force of its collision with the motor-bus another vehicle drove blindly into it from the rear.

It lurched sickeningly and jammed at a precarious angle, canted up on two wheels.
Shouts and cries, the frenzied hooting of horns, the grinding of brakes and clash of splintered glass combined into a pandemonium of terrifying hubbub.
Magda, half-dazed with shock, crouched on the floor of the car where she had been flung.

She could see the lights appearing and disappearing in the fog like baleful eyes opening and shutting spasmodically.

A tumult of hoarse cries, cursing and bellowing instructions, crossed by the thin scream of women's cries, battered against her ears.
Then out of the medley of raucous noise came a cool, assured voice: "Don't be frightened.

I'll get you out." Magda was conscious of a sudden reaction from the numbed sense of bewildered terror which had overwhelmed her.