Unfortunately, too, he didn’t know how to drive a car. He took a quick drink to keep from freezing and then got out of the cab, and as he did so, a car stopped.
It was a policeman—what is more it was a policeman in a million.
Yelling over the roar of the storm, Hale hailed him. “I’m Dr. Hale,” he shouted. “We’re lost, where am I?”
“Get in here before you freeze,” ordered the policeman. “Do you mean Dr. Milton Hale, by any chance?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve read all your books, Dr. Hale,” said the policeman. “Physics is my hobby, and I’ve always wanted to meet you. I want to ask you about the revised value of the quantum.”
“This is life or death,” said Dr. Hale. “Can you take me to the nearest airport, quick:”
“Of course, Dr. Hale.”
“And look—there’s a driver in that cab, and he’ll freeze to death unless we send aid.”
“Il put him in the back seat of my car and then run the cab off the road. We’ll take care of details later.”