“I—I don’t quite follow,” said Derry. “Are you, er, proposing to
prosecute?”
“We are that, sir,” was the reply. “The Commissioner ’e’s determined to
put down this dangerous drivin’.” Again he turned to Virginia. “May I
’ave your full name, madam?”
Mrs. Peruke hesitated.
“I really saw very little,” she said, frowning.
“Quite so, madam,” said P.C. Bloke. “They was goin’ too fast to see
much. But you saw them comin’, didn’t you?”
“Oh, I saw them all right,” said Virginia, determined to get her own
back. “There’s nothing the matter with our headlights. You couldn’t help
seeing—_seeing right into the car_, could you, Roger?”
Roger was understood to concur.
Letting his pencil wander idly across a page, P.C. Bloke took on an
absent air.
“Did the man who was driving——”
“It was a woman,” said his victim promptly.