Not until he had lifted his friend from the floor did Dr.Dick see the panelled _fleur-de-lis_ of Florence, nor the crimson and gold of the embossed leather seat.
As he and Helen together loosed Ronnie's collar and tie, she whispered: "Did--_you_--see ?" "This is no time for staring into mirrors," said Dr.Dick, crossly.

"I saw that _I_ need a good wash; and _you_, some sal-volatile! But we shall have plenty to do for Ronnie before we can find leisure to think of ourselves.

Send a couple of men here; sturdy fellows whom you can trust.

Order that car to the door; then bring me a pencil, a sheet of note-paper and an envelope.

There is just one man in the world who can help us now, and we must have him here with as little delay as possible." When Helen had left the room, Dick glanced furtively over his shoulder into the mirror.
The Italian chair, in the reflection, now lay broken on the floor! "Hum!" said Dr.Dick.