I was surprised to see the rather disheveled-looking woman walk through the front doors. Our isolated location usually served to keep us free of surprise guests.

The auburn-haired lady looked as though she were in distress, wandering into the building in a stagger. She seemed taken aback by the many game trophies mounted on the walls as she approached my desk. An apparent spasm of pain seized her as she was walking.

*Hello Miss, may I help you?" I greeted her.

"Oh yes...I am hurt and lost and need to use your phone if you would, kind sir...?" She suddenly paled, and grasped at the edge of the desk.

Running around the counter, I caught her as she fell, unconscious. Carrying her to the couch, I put her down and checked her breathing. A mirror held to her nose showed deep, rapid breathing.

I picked up the phone and called the club officer upstairs. "Sir, we seem to have a situation here in the lobby. Would you step down and assist me for a moment, please?"