At last Herman Medfield was ready to leave the Berkeley House of Mercy.
He stood on the top step, looking contentedly down at the car that
waited for him.
The chauffeur glanced up and caught sight of him and sprang up the
steps.
"Can I help you, sir?" He offered a helpful arm. But Medfield motioned
it aside.
"I'm all right, Buckman.... I'm quite myself, thank you. I am waiting
for some one----"