There is just a chance yet! If you make haste, we may save her.

Bring me a syringe.

If you haven't one, run from house to house till you get one.

Her life depends on it." By this time he was shouting after the hurrying landlady.
In a minute or two she returned.
"Have you got the syringe ?" he cried, the moment he heard her step.
To his great relief she had.

He told her to wash it out thoroughly with the hot water, unscrew the top, and take out the piston.