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"
Listen
,
"
said
Tom
,
shaking
him
a
little
.
"
I
just
got
here
a
minute
ago
,
from
New
York
.
I
was
bringing
you
that
coupe
we
've
been
talking
about
.
That
yellow
car
I
was
driving
this
afternoon
was
n't
mine
--
do
you
hear
?
I
have
n't
seen
it
all
afternoon
.
"
Only
the
negro
and
I
were
near
enough
to
hear
what
he
said
,
but
the
policeman
caught
something
in
the
tone
and
looked
over
with
truculent
eyes
.
"
What
's
all
that
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
I
'm
a
friend
of
his
.
"
Tom
turned
his
head
but
kept
his
hands
firm
on
Wilson
's
body
.
"
He
says
he
knows
the
car
that
did
it
...
it
was
a
yellow
car
.
"
Some
dim
impulse
moved
the
policeman
to
look
suspiciously
at
Tom
.
"
And
what
color
's
your
car
?
"
"
It
's
a
blue
car
,
a
coupe
.
"
"
We
've
come
straight
from
New
York
,
"
I
said
.
Some
one
who
had
been
driving
a
little
behind
us
confirmed
this
,
and
the
policeman
turned
away
.
"
Now
,
if
you
'll
let
me
have
that
name
again
correct
--
--
"
Picking
up
Wilson
like
a
doll
,
Tom
carried
him
into
the
office
,
set
him
down
in
a
chair
,
and
came
back
.
