He shook his head sadly. "No," he said. "There was a bad accident, you know. The authorities have every right to insist that each and every automobile on the highway be occupied by a minimum of one driver. They also believe that for every accident there must be a victim, even though the damage is no more than a bad case of fright."
I could hardly argue with that. Changing the subject, I asked, "but what about the others who just drop out of sight?"
"We see to it that plausible letters of explanation are written."
"So who wrote me?" I demanded hotly.
He looked at me pointedly. "If we'd known about Catherine before, she'd have—disappeared—leaving you a trite letter. But no one could think of a letter to explain her disappearance from an accident, Steve."
"Oh fine."
"Well, you'd still prefer to find her alive, wouldn't you?"
"Couldn't someone tell me?"
"And have you radiating the fact like a broadcasting station?"
"Why couldn't I have joined her—you—?"