"
"You have some clew, then?" persisted Garrick.
McBirney nodded.
"Late this afternoon word came to me that a man, all alone in a
car, which, in some respects tallied with the description of
Warrington's, although, of course, the license number and color
had been altered, had stopped early this morning at a little
garage over in the northern part of New Jersey."
Warrington, excited, leaned forward and interrupted.
"And, Garrick," he exclaimed, horrified, "the car was all stained
with blood!"
CHAPTER II
THE MURDER CAR
Garrick looked from one to the other of his visitors intently.
Here was an entirely unexpected development in the case which
stamped it as set apart from the ordinary.
"How did the driver manage to explain it and get away?" he asked
quickly.
McBirney shook his head in evident disgust at the affair.
"He must be a clever one," he pursued thoughtfully. "When he came
into the garage they say he was in a rather jovial mood. He said
that he had run into a cow a few miles back on the road, and then
began to cuss the farmer, who had stung him a hundred dollars for
the animal.
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