"It did not look to me like an accident, Father. It—it showed intention."
"You mean it was an attack?"
"Yes; it was an attack. The man in the car meant to run Mr. Eaton down; he meant to kill him or to hurt him terribly. Mr. Eaton wasn't hurt. I called to him and pulled him—he jumped away in time."
"To kill him, Harriet? How do you know?"
She caught herself. "I—I don't know, Father. He certainly meant to injure Mr. Eaton. When I said kill him, I was telling only what I thought."
"That is better. I think so too."
"That he meant to kill Mr. Eaton?"
"Yes."
She watched her father's face; often when relating things to him, she was aware from his expression that she was telling him only something he already had figured out and expected or even knew; she felt that now.
"Father, did you expect Mr. Eaton to be attacked?"