"Damn you, leave me alone!" she flashed. "Can't you see I'm upset and don't know what I'm saying?"
His cool glance swept over her. "Since you put it like that; no, I can't. You seem to me remarkably selfpossessed. Come on, out with it! Was the man dead when you found him?"
She did not answer immediately, and it was plain that she was trying to think what was best to say. The fury went out of her face, leaving it cold and rather wary.
"No," she said at last; "I thought he was."
"What made you think he wasn't?"
"He said something," she replied sullenly. "Yes? What did he say?"
"I don't know. I didn't catch it."
"You're a bad liar," he commented. "I suppose it didn't occur to you to render a little first aid?"
"I tried to stop the bleeding." She unclenched her right hand and disclosed a handkerchief saturated with blood. "I saw it was no use. He died almost as soon as I got here."
"And you didn't think well of trying to stop my car to claim assistance?"