how did it happen? Did you run into the said Owl Eyes, washing “But wall?” “Don’t ask me,” his hands of the whole matter. know very little about driving—next to nothing. It happened, “I and all I that’s know.” if a poor driver you to try driving at “Well, you’re oughtn’t night.” I even he explained indignantly, even “But wasn’t trying,” “I wasn’t trying.” An awed hush fell upon the bystanders. you want to “Do commit suicide?” it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even “You’re lucky TRYing!” explained the criminal. driving. another man in the “You don’t understand,” “I wasn’t There’s car.” The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a as the door of the sustained “Ah-h-h!” coupe swung slowly open. The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back involuntarily, and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause. Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale, dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tentatively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe. Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns, the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster. he inquired calmly. we run “Wha’s matter?” “Did outa gas?” “Look!” Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment, and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky. came some one explained. “It off,” He nodded. first I “At din’ notice we’d stopped.”
“But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?” “Don’t ask me,” said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter. “I know very little about driving—next to nothing. It happened, and that’s all I know.” “Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.” “But I wasn’t even trying,” he explained indignantly, “I wasn’t even trying.” An awed hush fell upon the bystanders. “Do you want to commit suicide?” “You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!” “You don’t understand,” explained the criminal. “I wasn’t driving. There’s another man in the car.” The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained “Ah-h-h!” as the door of the coupe swung slowly open. The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back involuntarily, and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause. Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale, dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tentatively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe. Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns, the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster. “Wha’s matter?” he inquired calmly. “Did we run outa gas?” “Look!” Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment, and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky. “It came off,” some one explained. He nodded. “At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.”
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