“Just see what you have done! You’ll have to pay for this! It was entirely your fault because you went against the light!”
A crowd had gathered. Opinion was divided as to who had caused the accident, but the majority of pedestrians favored the woman driver. One man offered to telephone for the police.
At mention of the word “police,” the slim fellow spoke in a low tone to his companion, who promptly leaped into the sedan. They drove rapidly away, the car turning at the first corner.
“Someone stop them!” cried the woman helplessly. “I haven’t the license number.”
No other automobile had taken up the pursuit, and indeed, considering the speed of the first car, pursuit seemed useless. Jimmy stepped forward.
“Excuse me,” he said to the woman. “I just took two pictures of the smash-up. The license number ought to show on the negative.”
“Then I could trace the men and have them arrested!”
“Yes,” nodded Jimmy, “and if they refuse to settle, my pictures will serve as court evidence.”
“Thank you, young man. Thank you,” the woman said gratefully. “I’ll be glad to pay you well for your work. How soon may I have the pictures?”
“In an hour. I’ll hurry home and develop them for you right away.”