“Are you telling me?” Amelia Jasper interrupted, her eyes blazing with indignation. “I was never so humiliated in all my life. I take it you know about my accident.”
“The general circumstances only,” I said. “I understand you were riding alone.”
She hesitated a moment, then said, “Yes.”
“And there were three or four other people in the other car?”
“Four people,” she said. “Ignorant boors, people of exactly the type one would expect to find distorting the facts in order to obtain a paltry settlement of a few dollars.”
“It happened at an intersection?”
“Yes. I was coming into the intersection. I looked over on the right and saw no one coming. I glanced hurriedly to the left assuming that I would have the right of way over any vehicle on the left and that I needed to concern myself only with some vehicle on the right.”
“What happened?”
“These insufferable people ran into me. They were coming from the left. They were coming so fast that they entered the intersection long after I got there, but they had the consummate nerve to tell the insurance adjuster that they were already in the intersection when they saw me coming, and that I was driving at such terrific speed I couldn’t stop, that I ran into them.”
“Did you?”