The next few minutes were filled with a whirlwind of activity. Rogers picked George Downes up in his arms, carried him to our car, and placed him gently upon the back seat. I didn’t see what else happened, for I slid under the wheel and started the motor and we shot away around the inn before the crowd on the terrace had had time to descend the steps. I realized, once that I was down upon the highway and headed for the infirmary, that Bill w**d was riding beside me, that Rogers was on the back seat with the wounded Downes, and that a car was following us.
The events of that disturbed and fateful evening are still vivid in my mind. So much happened in so short a time, though, and in so confusing a manner that it was not until long afterward that I could order them chronologically and piece
