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hundred dollars."

"Yes, yes. I see. Charity, hey? Church?"

"No. One of the maids, Annie, has trouble at home, and I wanted to help
her."

The captain nodded once more.

"Annie," he repeated, "that's the rosy-faced one? The Irish one?"

"Yes. Her father was seriously injured the other day and cannot work.
His hip is broken, and the doctor's bill will be large. They are very
poor, and I thought perhaps--" She hesitated, faltered, and then said
haughtily: "Father was very sympathetic and liked to have me do such
things."

"Sho! sho! Sartin! Course he did. I like it, too. I'm glad you came to
me just as you did, Caroline. How much do you want to start with?"

"I don't know, exactly. I thought I might ask our own doctor to attend
to the case, and might send them some delicacies and food."

"Good idea! Go right ahead, Caroline."

"Thank you. I have been over to see them, and they need help--they
really do."

"I presume likely. How'd the accident happen? Anybody's fault, was it?"

Caroline's eyes snapped. "Indeed it was!" she said, indignantly. "It
was a wet morning, after a rain, and the pavement was slippery. Mr.
Moriarty, Annie's father, was not working that day--they were making
some repairs at the factory where he is employed, I believe--and he had
gone out to do the family marketing. He was crossing the street when an
automobile, recklessly driven, so everyone says, drove directly down on
him. He tried to jump out of the way and succeeded--otherwise he might
have been killed; but he fell and broke his hip. He is an old man, and
the case is serious."

"Dear! dear! you don't tell me! Poor old chap! The auto feller--did he
help? Seems to me he ought to be the one to be spendin' the money. 'Twas
his fault."

"Help! Indeed he didn't! He and the man with him merely laughed, as
if it was a good joke, put on speed, and disappeared as quickly as
possible."

"Why, the mean swab! Did this Mr. Moriarty or the folks around get the
license number of the auto?"

"No. All they know is that it was a big yellow car with two men in it."

"Hey? A yellow car?"

"Yes. Somewhat similar to the one Malcolm--Mr. Dunn drives."

"So, so! Hum! Where did it happen?"

"On Saint Nicholas Avenue, near One Hundred and Twenty-Eighth Street."

"Eh? Saint Nicholas Avenue, you say?"

"Yes." Caroline rose and turned to go. "Thank you, Captain Warren," she
said. "I will tell Doctor Henry to take the case at once."

The captain