“Well!” he suggested coldly. “Dick’s car was damaged, and—”
“Dick had to stay and nurse it.”
“Then did you come home by train?”
“There was no train. There was nothing else.”
“Nothing else than what?”
“Nothing but the car that run into us, or going to an inn for the night with Dick. I was afraid you wouldn’t like that,” with a mischievous gleam.
“My likes and dislikes are not, apparently, of the smallest moment to you, or you would not have been motoring late on Sunday at all.”
“Dick can’t go other days.”
“Who was in this other car?”
“A man.”