"Den it vasn't a pag vat tropped oudt oof der car——"
"It was this man," cut in Matt. "He was sitting in the driver's seat. When the car pitched to the right he was too weak to hold himself in, so he fell into the road."
"Und hurt his head ven he fell!"
"No, he must have hurt his head before he fell. It wasn't so very long ago, Carl, that he took his header from the car, and that bandage must have been around his temples for two or three hours, at least."
"Den vat? Oof he vas too veak to shtay py der car, how he tie der veel like vat it vas?"
"He must have been running the car and steering. Feeling his strength going, he lashed the wheel in order to keep the machine on a straight course. Probably he hoped the car would get him into town."
"How you t'ink he vas hurt?"
"Give it up. It looks like foul play to me."
"Ach, blitzen! Dot's schust vat I say: Der more vat ve hunt aroundt der less vat ve find oudt."
The man was well dressed, and thirty-five or forty years old.