"I am Inspector Robinson, detailed to examine into this affair. Were
you the man who discovered the accident?" he asked, addressing my
companion.

"Yes, Inspector; Pickering is my name. I'm with the Benefit Insurance
Company."

He told the circumstances of the discovery to the plain-clothes man,
who, all the time Pickering was talking, bustled up and down and around
the car. Finally he made Pickering show him just where the bodies lay.

"Distressing, distressing," the inspector chirped, "dreadful accident,
dreadful indeed, but quite to be expected with fast driving. If they
will risk their lives----"

"Inspector," I broke in, "I am the brother-in-law of the man who drove
that car. While he was a fast driver, he was not a careless one. I've
never known him to have an accident before." The little man irritated
me.

"That's the way it always happens," he came back at me; "they take
risks a dozen times and get away with them, and then--Blooey!!"

"But aren't you going to find the other car?" I demanded.

"What other car?" he snapped.

"The one that must have been coming from the opposite direction; that
caused this accident."

"Do you know there was any such car?" he bristled.

"There must have been," I answered. "No accident has ever happened
here except under such circumstances. Besides, Mr. Pickering saw a car
turn into this road ahead of him not ten minutes before the accident."

Robinson looked from me to Pickering as though we were both conspiring
to defeat justice.

"Did you see such a car?" he barked at Pickering.

"A car turned out of the Millerstown Road and went toward the city
about ten minutes before we discovered the bodies," Pickering replied
evenly.

"Why didn't you say so?" the detective asked sharply. "What kind of a
car was it?"

"A black limousine with wire wheels. I couldn't see the number."

Robinson's humor seemed to have come back.

"Now we're getting on," he said, rubbing his hands. "That's better.
That's much better. If you gentlemen had just told me that in the
first place we'd have saved all this time."

He turned to the motorcycle policeman. "Feeney, go over to Millerstown
and inquire if a black limousine with wire wheels stopped there
to-night between eight and nine o'clock."

A figure, unnoticed in the darkness, approached. It proved to be a
lanky farmer, who spoke with a decided drawl.

"I reckon I kin help ye thar. They was a big limozine tourin'