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"I couldn't describe the car, except that it was a
big one and seemed to be of a foreign make. He was crowding
Warrington as much as he dared with safety to himself--and not a
light on his own car, too, remember."
Garrick's face was puckered in thought.
"And the most remarkable thing of all about it," added the doctor,
rising and going over to a white enameled cabinet in the corner of
his office, "was that wound from the pistol."
The doctor paused to emphasize the point he was about to make.
"Apparently it put Warrington out," he resumed. "And yet, after
all, I find that it is only a very superficial flesh wound of 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 for me. In one
way that was fortunate--although one might say it was the cause of
everything, since his slowing down gave the car behind a chance to
creep up on him the few feet necessary.


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