Lem Billers looked behind. At sight of the sedan, his jaw dropped.

“Well, I’ll be hanged!” he declared sadly. “It must be my eyes is goin’ back on me. Not my ears. I looked behind three times and I couldn’t see no car.”

“Don’t believe him, officer,” said the chauffeur. “He didn’t even turn around.”

“I did so!” contended Mr. Billers.

“Then why didn’t you let me pass?”

“You didn’t have no car. I heard a horn but I didn’t see no car.”