Half an hour or so later, with permission of Doctor Jonas, we set out with Deputy d**k Stocker for Death Valley Junction for a final checkup on Wallace Lambert. The dead man’s luggage, we learned by telephone, was still at the Amargosa Hotel. So the five of us climbed into the car and started.
We drove by the inn without stopping and on up Furnace Creek Wash. As we passed the spot where Lambert had been wrecked the night before, some CCC boys with a truck were preparing to remove the wrecked car from the ditch. Rogers wanted to halt long enough to take another look, and we got out and stood about on the edge of the road while he poked about the wrecked car. It had been rolled over upon its wheels once more and now stood a melancholy spectacle in the ditch, its top battered and crushed in,
