Guy Garrick

ave been short, for I could not gather from Garrick's reply what it was about, althoug

ng, Tom," he called, as

sked, from my room, stil

otor-car accident late last night, or r

"How could he have got up there? It was

to start after he left us. I thought he seemed anxious to get away. Besides, you remember he took that letter yesterday afternoon, and I totally forgot to as

ork and New Jersey. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was extremely unlikely that it could have been an accident, after all. Might it not have been the result of an

ylor. There was, of course, no one at the station to meet us, and, after wasting some time in learning the direction, we at

half conscious. He had been under the influence of some drug, but, before that, the doctor told us,

ck, almost as soon as we had ent

wo o'clock, when I came to a point in the road where there are hills on one side and the river on the other. As I neared the curve, a rather sharp curve, too, I reme

le, and I hugged the hill as close as I could, for I know some of these reckless young drivers up that way, and this curve was in the direction where the temptation is for one going north to get on the wrong

r car, back of the first one, without a single light, travelling apparently by the light shed by the forward car. It had overtaken the first and had c

fened out for a moment. Then he pitched forward, helpless, over the steering wheel. His car dashed ahead, stra

he rear?" inquire

and chin, his cap pulled forward over his eyes, goggles covering the rest of his face, and shrouded in what seemed to be a black coat, absolutely as un

?" prompt

t was impossible. My car was capable of no such burst of speed as his. And then, too, there was a groaning man d

ble carried him up to the road. When I held him under the light of my lamps, I saw at once that there was not a moment to lose. I fixed him in the rear

d remembered having heard the name. The prompt attention

d well in her eyes that had prompted the midnight journey. Yet who the assailant might be, neither Dr. Mead nor the broken raving of Warrington seemed to

oned Garrick's name in such a way that Dr. Mead had looked it up in t

k. "Can't you think of anything else that w

that the thing was over. "I couldn't describe the car, except that it was a big one and seemed to be of a foreign make

e was puckere

doctor, rising and going over to a white enameled cabinet i

the shoulder. Warrington's condition is really due to the contusions he received owing to his being thrown from the car. His car wasn't going very fast at the time, for it had slowed down

t is a fairly wide curve, after all, and-well, my contention is proved by the fact that I examined the wreck of the car this morning and found t

m it the bullet which he had probed out of the wound. He looked at it a minute himsel

convinced that there was something peculiar about it. In the nose, which was steel-jacke

y have been bad, as it must necessarily have been from one rapidly approaching car at a person in another rapidly moving ca

repeated both Dr. Mead a

ulls its victim into almost instant slumber. It was invented quite recently by a Pittsburgh scientist. The

to overcome the seeming impossibility of accurate shooting from a

im that the effect of the sedative, which he had administered while Warrington was restless and groaning, was wear

state of pain Warringt

t he had come in respo

I could just distingu

to say

uskily, "Does she know? Don't let h

Warrington's unbandaged s

I was going to Tuxedo-to see Violet-explain slander-tell her closing place-didn't know it

and Dr. Mead beckoned to us to with

r she knows about Forbes or not?" I

doubtfully. "Can't say,

Forbes, too, h

rt of the country. On one thing, as I have said, Garrick had guessed right. The blackmailing letter and what we had seen the night before at the crooked gambling join

now that the doctor knew who he was, a trained nurse had even been sent for from the city an

t say, and then requested the doctor to take us to the scene of the tragedy. We were about to s

nd for Warrington," he explained, joining us again in Dr. Mead's car which was waiting in front of the house. "So I called up her aunt's at Tuxedo

ying topographically. That part of the road itself near the fence seemed to interest Garrick greatly. Two or three cars passed whi

as he continued to examine the road, which was a

searching with dilated nostrils, like a scientific human bloodhound. For, it was not long bef

tion from him brought me to his side. He had dropped down in the grease, regardless of his knees and was peering at some rather deep

ks that had been left at the scene of the finding of the unfortunate Rena Ta

ent, it would have proved nothing, just as in the other case where we looked for the

s taking the two sets of marks and, inch by inch, going over them, checking up the littl

that is worn-another broken. They correspond. Yes, that MUST be the same car, in each case. And if it was the