At last they got to the accident. Here Mr. Tiddes was very firm. He made no concessions; he walked (so he maintained) from his place in a perfectly quiet, sober, and business-like manner, and in like manner was about to descend from the 'bus when--on it moved and he was jerked violently off! If the conductor said anything to the contrary--well, the conductor was not looking at the critical moment; he was collecting somebody's fare. "You didn't even look back at the young lady over your shoulder?" "I did not, sir." Mr. Tiddes too was, by now, rather angry. "Didn't kiss your hand or anything of that sort?" "Nothing of the kind, sir." "In fact you were attending entirely to what you were doing?" "I was." "Don't you think, then, that it's rather odd that you should have been jerked off?" "The 'bus moved suddenly, and that jerked me off." "But you were holding on, weren't you?" "Yes, I was holding on all right." So they went on wrangling, till His Honour ended it by remarking, "Well, we've got his story, I think, Mr. Lisle. You will have your opportunity of commenting on it, of course." Upon which Arthur sat down promptly. But he was dissatisfied. It was no more than a drawn battle with Mr. Tiddes. If Mr. Tiddes's refreshments had been shown to border on excess, there was nothing to show that they had affected the clearness of his mind or the stability of his legs. That was what Arthur was fishing for--and pure fishing it was, for the conductor had in fact had his back turned at the critical moment when Mr. Tiddes left the 'bus--somehow. Also he was between Mr. Tiddes and the only other passenger (Miss Silcock herself excepted). He had reached backwards to give the signal to start--assuming that Mr. Tiddes was already safely off. Negligent, perhaps--but why was Mr. Tiddes not safely off by then? That question stuck in Arthur's mind; but he had got no answer to it out of Mr. Tiddes. The plaintiff insisted that no human being could have got off in the time allowed by that negligent conductor. Miss Silcock confirmed her friend's story, but in rather a sulky way. It was not pleasant to have the stolen spree dragged to light; she had "had words" with her mother, to whom she had originally represented the companion of her evening as belonging to the gentler sex; she was secretly of opinion that a true gentleman would have forgone his action in such circumstances. Arthur had hopes of Miss Silcock and treated her very gently--no suggestion whatever that her conduct was other than perfectly ladylike! Miss Silcock was quite in a good humour with him when they got to the moment when Mr. Tiddes bade her good night. "You were at the far end of the 'bus. He said good night, and walked past the conductor?" "Yes." "When did the 'bus stop?" "When he was about half-way to the door." "What did he do?" "Walked to the door." "Had the 'bus started again by then?" "No." "You could see him all the time? Where was he when the 'bus started again?"