“ g ⁠—”

“ g ⁠—” He looked up as Tom’s broad hand fell sharply on his shoulder. “What you want, fella?”

“What happened?⁠—that’s what I want to know.”

“Auto hit her. Ins’antly killed.”

“Instantly killed,” repeated Tom, staring.

“She ran out ina road. Son-of-a-bitch didn’t even stopus car.”

“There was two cars,” said Michaelis, “one comin’, one goin’, see?”

“Going where?” asked the policeman keenly.