led reprovingly.
Seeing she was a rarely beautiful young woman, he scowled less
severely; and then deliberately and expertly, again slapped Mr. Jerry
Gaylor on the cheek. He watched the white mark made by his hand upon
the purple skin, until the blood struggled slowly back to it, and then
rose.

He ignored every one but the police officer.

"There's nothing the matter with HIM," he said. "He's dead drunk."

The words came to Winthrop with such abrupt relief, bearing so
tremendous a burden of gratitude, that his heart seemed to fail him.
In his suddenly regained happiness, he unconsciously laughed.

"Are you sure?" he asked eagerly. "I thought I'd killed him."

The surgeon looked at Winthrop coldly.

"When they're like that," he explained with authority, "you can't hurt
'em if you throw them off the Times Building."

He condescended to recognize the crowd. "You know where this man
lives?"

Voices answered that Mr. Gaylor lived at the corner, over the saloon.
The voices showed a lack of sympathy. Old man Gaylor dead was a
novelty; old man Gaylor drunk was not.

The doctor's prescription was simple and direct.

"Put him to bed till he sleeps it off," he ordered; he swung himself to
the step of the ambulance. "Let him out, Steve," he called. There was
the clang of a gong and the rattle of galloping hoofs.

The police officer approached Winthrop. "They tell me Jerry stepped in
front of your car; that you wasn't to blame. I'll get their names and
where they live. Jerry might try to hold you up for damages."

"Thank you very much," said Winthrop.

With several of Jerry's friends, and the soiled person, who now seemed
dissatisfied that Jerry was alive, Winthrop helped to carry him up one
flight of stairs and drop him upon a bed.

"In case he needs anything," said Winthrop, and gave several bills to
the soiled person, upon whom immediately Gaylor's other friends closed
in. "And I'll send my own doctor at once to attend to him."

"You'd better," said the soiled person morosely, "or, he'll try to
shake you down."

The opinions as to what might be Mr. Gaylor's next move seemed
unanimous.

From the saloon below, Winthrop telephoned to the family doctor, and
then rejoined Miss Forbes and the Police officer. The officer gave him
the names of those citizens who had witnessed the accident, and in
return received Winthrop's card.

"Not that it will go any further," said the officer reassuringly.
"They'