“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.

“One goin' each way. Well, she — ” His hand rose toward the blankets but stopped half way and fell to his side, “ — she ran out there an' the one comin' from N'York knock right into her goin' thirty or forty miles an hour.”