"Because," said Lockley, "they might not have been Martians. They might not have been critters. They might have been men."
On the instant he regretted bitterly that he'd said it. It was a guess, only, with all the evidence against it. The driver visibly jumped. Then he turned his head.
"Where'd you get that idea?" he demanded. "What's the evidence? Why d'you think it?"
"They blindfolded me," said Lockley briefly.
A pause. Then the driver said vexedly, "That's a funny thing to make you think they was men! Hell! Excuse me, ma'm!—they coulda had all kindsa reasons for blindfoldin' you! It coulda been part of their religion!"
"Maybe," said Lockley. He was angry with himself for having said something which was needlessly dramatic.
"Didn't you have any other reason for thinkin' they were men?" demanded the driver curiously. "No other reason at all?"
"No other at all," said Lockley.
"It's a crazy reason, if you ask me!"
"Quite likely," conceded Lockley.