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"
Who
is
the
man
?
What
's
his
name
and
address
?
"
A
young
man
in
a
cycling-suit
cleared
his
way
through
the
ring
of
bystanders
.
He
knelt
down
promptly
beside
the
injured
man
and
called
for
water
.
The
constable
knelt
down
also
to
help
.
The
young
man
washed
the
blood
from
the
injured
man
's
mouth
and
then
called
for
some
brandy
.
The
constable
repeated
the
order
in
an
authoritative
voice
until
a
curate
came
running
with
the
glass
.
The
brandy
was
forced
down
the
man
's
throat
.
In
a
few
seconds
he
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
about
him
.
He
looked
at
the
circle
of
faces
and
then
,
understanding
,
strove
to
rise
to
his
feet
.
"
You
're
all
right
now
?
"
asked
the
young
man
in
the
cycling-suit
.
"
Sha
,
'
s
nothing
,
"
said
the
injured
man
,
trying
to
stand
up
.
He
was
helped
to
his
feet
.
The
manager
said
something
about
a
hospital
and
some
of
the
bystanders
gave
advice
.
The
battered
silk
hat
was
placed
on
the
man
's
head
.
The
constable
asked
:
"
Where
do
you
live
?
"
The
man
,
without
answering
,
began
to
twirl
the
ends
of
his
moustache
.
He
made
light
of
his
accident
.
It
was
nothing
,
he
said
:
only
a
little
accident
.
He
spoke
very
thickly
.
"
Where
do
you
live
"
repeated
the
constable
.
The
man
said
they
were
to
get
a
cab
for
him
.
While
the
point
was
being
debated
a
tall
agile
gentleman
of
fair
complexion
,
wearing
a
long
yellow
ulster
,
came
from
the
far
end
of
the
bar
.
Seeing
the
spectacle
,
he
called
out
:
"
Hallo
,
Tom
,
old
man
!
What
's
the
trouble
?
"
