"No," she agreed, and stopped the car again. Hugh stepped down on the ground. A man appeared on the other side of the ravine. He stood and stared at the burning span and, seeing the machine on the other side, he scrambled down the slope of the ravine. Eaton met him as he came up to the road again. The man was one of the artisans--a carpenter or jack-of-all-work--who had little cottages, with patches for garden, through the undivided acreage beyond the big estates. He had hastily and only partly dressed; he stared at Eaton's hurt with astonishment which increased as he gazed at the girl in the driving seat of the car. He did not recognize her except as one of the class to whom he owed employment; he pulled off his cap and stared back to Eaton with wonder. "What's happened, sir? What's the matter?" Eaton did not answer, but Harriet now recognized the man. "Mr. Blatchford was shot to-night at Father's house, Dibley," she said. "Miss Santoine!" Dibley cried. "We think the men went this way," she continued. "Did you see any one pass?" Eaton challenged the man. "In a motor, sir?" "Yes; down this road in a motor." "Yes, sir." "When?" "Just now, sir." "Just now?" "Not five minutes ago. Just before I saw the bridge on fire here." "How was that?" "I live there just beyond, near the road. I heard my pump going." "Your pump?" "Yes, sir. I've a pump in my front yard. There's no water piped through here, sir." "Of course. Go on, Dibley." "I looked out and saw a machine stopped out in the road. One man was pumping water into a bucket for another." "Then what did you do?" "Nothing, sir. I just watched them. Motor people often stop at my pump for water." "I see. Go on." "That's all about them, sir. I thought nothing about it--they wouldn't wake me to ask for water; they'd just take it. Then I saw the fire over there--" "No; go back," Eaton interrupted. "First, how many men were there in the car?" "How many? Three, sir." Eaton started. "Only three; you're sure?" "Yes, sir; I could see them plain. There was the two at the pump; one more stayed in the car." Eaton seized the man in his intentness. "You're sure there weren't any more, Dibley? Think; be sure! There weren't three more or even one more person hidden in the tonneau of the car?" "The tonneau, sir?" "The back seats, I mean." "No, sir; I could see into the car. It was almost right below me, sir. My house has a room above; that's where I was sleeping." "Then did you watch the men with the water?" "Watch them, sir?" "What they did with it; you're sure they didn't take it to the rear seat to give it to some one there. You see, we think one of the men was hurt," Eaton explained. "No, sir. I'd noticed if they did that." "Then did they put it into the radiator--here in front where motorists use water?"