" Hand over that telegram!" came an angry voice out of the stormy darkness on the other side.
" This way! No.
28!" several different voices shouted again, and muffled figures ran by covered with snow.
Two gentlemen with lighted cigarettes passed by her.
She drew one more deep breath of the fresh air, and had just put her hand out of her muff to take hold of the door post and get back into the carriage, when another man in a military overcoat, quite close beside her, stepped between her and the flickering light of the lamp post.