“But in the stress of excitement—” I suggested.
“I never saw excitement cause one of them to forget the high speed, and besides, all this, except the stopping, occurred before the shooting.”
“Perhaps Edgerton was a new hand at the game.”
“No. On our way back, I have been trying to think where I had heard his name before. I just recalled it. He drove his own car in the races at Washington park last year. I must pay more attention to sports. Really, in our line of business, one can’t afford to neglect any branch of information.”
I started to rise, reaching for the cord to signal our stop, but he caught my arm.
“No,” he said, “we’re not going to get off. I want to go down to Central station. It may be best to have an interview with Edgerton.”
“Very well,” I said.
“Now,” continued Clark
