Bradley. I guess I'll go out to the corner again. (Aside.) Bestbicyclers always smashing ankles, falling off, taking headers! If Iever get hold of Emma again, I'll see whether she'll ride that--[Rushes out.

Mrs. Perkins. It seems to have made these men crazy. I never sawsuch strange behavior in all my life. (The telephone-bell rings.)What can that be? (Goes to 'phone, which stands just outside parlordoor.) Hello! What? Yes, this is 1181--yes. Who are you? What?Emma? 0h dear, I'm so glad! Are you alive? Where are you? What?_Where_? _The police-station_! (Turning from telephone.) Thaddeus,Mr. Barlow, Mr. Yardsley. (Into telephone.) Hello! What for?What? Riding without a lamp! Arrested at Forty-second Street! Wantto be bailed out? (Drops receiver. Rushes into parlor and throwsherself on sofa.) To skinnyk of it--Emma Bradley! (Telephone-bellrings violently again; Mrs. Perkins goes to it.) Hello! Yes. TellEd what? To ask for Mrs. Willoughby Hawkins. Who's she? What,_you_! (Drops the receiver; runs to window.) Thaddeus! Mr.Yardsley! Mr. Barlow!--all of you come here, quick.

[They rush in. Perkins with shawl-strap about his waist--limping.Barlow has large air-pump inside his hand. Mrs. Perkins grows faint.

Perkins. Great heavens! What's the matter?

Barlow. Get some water--quick!

[Yardsley runs for water.