"I had been out to Blandesville on business and was returning with a party of friends. As we neared the bridge, one of them caught sight of the upturned automobile in the creek, and we stopped. We found Mrs. Felderson first, being attracted by her moans. We went at once to the car, and as there were four of us, we were able to lift the automobile sufficiently to get Mr. Felderson from under it. We knew that the woman was still living, but none of us was doctor enough to tell whether Mr. Felderson was alive or not. We carried them quickly to our car and hurried to St. Mary's, dropping one of my friends at the North District Station to inform the police what had occurred. Afterward we drove back here, thinking we might be wanted in case there was an investigation." "Did you see the lights of any car ahead of you, as you came along the road?" I asked. "Did any car pass you, going in the same direction?" "A car turned in ahead of us from the Millerstown Road about ten minutes before." "Do you think that might have been the car that was partly responsible for this accident?" I queried. "Of course, no one could be sure in a situation of that kind, but I wouldn't doubt it at all. It left us behind as if we were tied." Another car had driven up while we were talking and our policeman had gone over to it at once. He came back now, accompanied by a short heavy-set man in plain clothes. "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.