“And he came from the hedge?”
“There was a gate just there, I think. He must have come through the gate.”
The doctor nodded, then he leaned back in his chair and removed his pince-nez.
“I’ve no doubt at all,” he said, “that you’re a very reckless driver, and that you’ll probably run over some poor fellow and do for him one of these days—but you haven’t done it this time.”
“But—”
“The car never touched him. This man was shot. ”