“Oh, my Ga-od! Oh, my Ga-od! oh, Ga-od! oh, my Ga-od!”
Presently Tom lifted his head with a jerk and, after staring around the garage with glazed eyes, addressed a mumbled incoherent remark to the policeman.
“M-a-y-,” the policeman was saying, “- o —”
“No, r-,” corrected the man, “M-a-v-r-o —”
“Listen to me!” muttered Tom fiercely.
“r” said the policeman, “o —”
“g —”
“g —” He looked up as Tom’s broad hand fell sharply on his shoulder. “What you want, fella?”
“What happened? —that’s what I want to know.”
“Auto hit her. Ins’antly killed.”
“Instantly killed,” repeated Tom, staring.
“She ran out ina road. Son-of-a-b***h didn’t even stopus car.”
“There was two cars,” said Michaelis, “one comin’, one goin’, see?”
“Going where?” asked the policeman keenly.
“One goin’ each way. Well, she.”—his hand rose toward ……
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