Mr. Reddy turned back and said very simply:
"No, I had an extra drum in the car."
"You used that?"
"Yes."
"What did you do with the drum?"
"Threw it into the bushes somewhere along the road."
"Do you know the place?"
He gave a sort of smile and shook his head.
"No, I don't remember. I don't know where I filled the tank. When it was done I pitched the drum back into the trees—somewhere along the turnpike."
Several more of us came after that, I among them. But the real sensation of the day was the Doctor's evidence, which I'll keep for the next chapter.