"Some brandy--quick!" he cried, listening to her agonized words, "Valerie! My God! It is Valerie herself! My poor sister!" In a few moments an elderly man parted the assembling loiterers.

His bustling air of command soon dispelled the loiterers.

A woman attendant was bending over the still senseless woman as the spectacled medico seized Alan Hawke's arm.

"Has your wife ever had a previous heart attack ?" he gravely asked, as he opened his lancet case.

Major Hawke shook his head, and gazed pityingly upon the beautiful pallid face before him.
"Can I be of any use to Monsieur ?" demanded the chef d'orchestre in evening grand tenue, his baton still in his hand.
There was a glance of wondering astonishment as the Englishman faced the speaker.