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He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
I
know
nothing
whatever
about
mechanics
,
"
he
said
decisively
.
"
But
how
did
it
happen
?
Did
you
run
into
the
wall
?
"
"
Do
n't
ask
me
,
"
said
Owl
Eyes
,
washing
his
hands
of
the
whole
matter
.
"
I
know
very
little
about
driving
--
next
to
nothing
.
It
happened
,
and
that
's
all
I
know
.
"
"
Well
,
if
you
're
a
poor
driver
you
ought
n't
to
try
driving
at
night
.
"
"
But
I
was
n't
even
trying
,
"
he
explained
indignantly
,
"
I
was
n't
even
trying
.
"
An
awed
hush
fell
upon
the
bystanders
.
"
Do
you
want
to
commit
suicide
?
"
"
You
're
lucky
it
was
just
a
wheel
!
A
bad
driver
and
not
even
trying
!
"
"
You
do
n't
understand
,
"
explained
the
criminal
.
"
I
was
n't
driving
.
There
's
another
man
in
the
car
.
"
The
shock
that
followed
this
declaration
found
voice
in
a
sustained
"
Ah-h-h
!
"
as
the
door
of
the
coupe
swung
slowly
open
.
The
crowd
--
it
was
now
a
crowd
--
stepped
back
involuntarily
,
and
when
the
door
had
opened
wide
there
was
a
ghostly
pause
.
Then
,
very
gradually
,
part
by
part
,
a
pale
,
dangling
individual
stepped
out
of
the
wreck
,
pawing
tentatively
at
the
ground
with
a
large
uncertain
dancing
shoe
.
