He jumped into the nearest cab standing by.
"To Ogden Place," he said sharply.

"I'll give you a dollar more if you make good time." The cabby beat his horse into a sort of imitation gallop which was fairly fast, however.

On the way Hurstwood thought what to do.

Reaching the number, he hurried up the steps and did not spare the bell in waking the servant.
"Is Mrs.Drouet in ?" he asked.
"Yes," said the astonished girl.
"Tell her to dress and come to the door at once.

Her husband is in the hospital, injured, and wants to see her." The servant girl hurried upstairs, convinced by the man's strained and emphatic manner.
"What!" said Carrie, lighting the gas and searching for her clothes.
"Mr.Drouet is hurt and in the hospital.