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- “See!” he explained. “It went in the ditch.”The fact was infinitely astonishing to him, and I recognizedfirst the unusual quality of wonder, and then the man — it wasthe late patron of Gatsby’s library.“How’d it happen?”He shrugged his shoulders.“I know nothing whatever about mechanics,” he saiddecisively.“But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?” “Don’task me,” said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole mat-ter. “I know very little about driving — next to nothing. Ithappened, and that’s all I know.”“Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving atnight.”“But I wasn’t even trying,” he explained indignantly, “Iwasn’t even trying.”An awed hush fell upon the bystanders.“Do you want to commit suicide?”“You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not evenTRYing!”“You don’t understand,” explained the criminal. “I wasn’tdriving. There’s another man in the car.”The shock that followed this declaration found voice in asustained “Ah-h-h!” as the door of the coupe swung slowlyopen. The crowd — it was now a crowd — stepped back invol-untarily, and when the door had opened wide there was aghostly pause. Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale,dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tentat-ively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe.Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the in-cessant groaning of the horns, the apparition stood swaying fora moment before he perceived the man in the duster.“Wha’s matter?” he inquired calmly. “Did we run outa gas?”“Look!”Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel — hestared at it for a moment, and then looked upward as thoughhe suspected that it had dropped from the sky.“It came off,” some one explained.He nodded.“At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.”
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