“Show me the dent!”
Ike promptly indicated a slight depression in the body of the car above a rear fender.
“You did that when you ran into a coal truck and smashed the fender.”
Ike was greatly astonished but admitted erroneous conclusions. “Ah mek er mistake. Dat man mus’ er landed on de wheel den.”
“Don’t make any more mistakes about this accident,” the manufacturer rapped. “Virginia tells me that you were coming out Forest Avenue and that this fellow was going down Second Street.”
Ike considered this with care, that deception be eliminated. “Yas’r, Miss Virginny ain’ mek no mistake, neither.”
Obadiah glared at his humble retainer. “He was on your right hand then?” he suggested.
“Ah dis’remembers jes whar dat man cum f’om, Misto Dale. He cum so fas’ it plum slip ma mind.” Ike scratched his head thoughtfully. “It done gone f’om me.”
“He was going down Second Street towards the Court House and you were coming out home, weren’t you?”
“Yas’r, dat’s jes de way o’ it.”