"How should I know?" the woman said. "Maybe he thinks he's cute or
something."
The cop leaned closer. "Here, you," he said, "why are you dressed like
that?"
"I'm tired," Marc said exhaustedly, "and I want to go to bed. I had a
little drink about an hour ago...."
"Stop that now," the cop barked. "No nonsense."
"But it's all perfectly true," Marc said.
The cop started to speak further, but he caught sight of the
congressman and his companion climbing out of the limousine and tore
himself away.
"There are people dying in that car!" the congressman shouted
tragically, hurrying forward. "It's awful, officer!"
"All maimed and cut up," the thug put in. "Loose heads and legs and
stuff all over the place."
"Have you seen them?" the policeman asked.
"Well, they must be," the congressman put in quickly. "How could it be
otherwise? The man in the car is Marc Pillsworth. I saw him just before
the crash."