“Thank you, Mr. Barton. And did you have a talk with Beach?”
“No, Young, I didn’t. I rather wish I had. After all I’d said to Standish about Vanstead’s driving, I thought I’d done enough. I expect you know how it was. I was honestly worried about the fool way he drove—I thought he’d kill somebody before he’d done—but once I’d got it off my chest by telling someone else about it, I cooled down a bit and wondered if I’d been making too much fuss.”
“I wish you’d reported to us, sir. If you’d only told the Sergeant he’d have watched out and warned Mr. Vanstead. A reckless driver will often take a police warning when he won’t listen to his friends.”
“I wish I had, Young—and believe me or believe me not, I did think of doing so. Only it wasn’t easy. The Vansteads are my employers, and it’s no
