“Funny thing happened to-day, don’t you know,” he remarked. “Fellow sitting in the box next to me at the grounds got to talking about an auto accident that happened on Long Island a little while ago.”
Joe and Jim pricked up their ears.
“What did he say about it?” Joe asked eagerly.
“Why, I heard him say that it was the wildest ride he had ever had, and that he’d been wondering ever since how they got through it without getting pinched. Said that half the time the car was going on two wheels. Once they knocked down a man on the Merrick road, and they had come near to smashing up a car they passed just before that.”
“That describes the accident to Anderson,” broke in Jim.
“Yes, and don’t you remember how near they came to running into us just before that?” added Joe. “But did you get any clue as to who the fellows were?”
“I didn’t hear any full names,” replied Reggie, “but several times the man who was telling the story referred to the reckless driving of ‘old Beck,’ whoever that might have been.”
“Beck, Beck,” mused Jim. “That isn’t much of a hint. The directory is full of Becks.”
A thought suddenly came to Joe.
“Fleming’s first name is Beckworth, isn’t it?” he asked Reggie.