Dr. Cassell, a kindly, middle-aged man, was startled to come into his surgery and find a girl there who was evidently on the verge of collapse.

Bundle spoke abruptly.

“I⁠—I think I’ve killed a man. I ran over him. I brought him along in the car. He’s outside now. I⁠—I was driving too fast, I suppose. I’ve always driven too fast.”

The doctor cast a practised glance over her. He stepped over to the shelf and poured something into a glass. He brought it over to her.

“Drink this down,” he said, “and you’ll feel better. You’ve had a shock.”

Bundle drank obediently and a tinge of colour came into her pallid face. The doctor nodded approvingly.