She had opened her eyes, and was blinking at them in the lamplight.

"A villain came in through the window and struck me with a life-preserver.

You can tell the police so when they come.

Also that it was a little fat man.

Now, Charles, give me your arm and I shall go upstairs." But her spirit was greater than her strength, for, as she staggered to her feet, her head swam round, and she would have fallen again had her nephew not thrown his arms round her.