Dazedly I watched a little white dog with a black patch take a flying
leap into the road, stumble, pick himself up, and hurl himself in the
wake of the monster, barking furiously. Then the whirling dust swallowed
him up, and I saw him no more.
"LF 8057," said Daphne. "LF 8057. Write it down, somebody. Quick. LF
8057."
"That's right," said Jonah. "I got it too. LF 8057."
In silence I dragged a pencil out of my pocket and with trembling
fingers wrote down the precious figures on the back of an envelope.
"Anybody hurt?" continued Jonah, screwing himself round to look at the
back seat.
"We're all right," said I. "But it was a close call."
"The brute!" cried Jill passionately. "The beastly stinking----"
Berry spoke between his clenched teeth in a voice shaken with choler.
"We'll have that blistered swine if we have to drag hell for him. For
all he knows, the car's overturned and on fire, and we're pinned under
it. It's German. Pure full-blooded German. It's the most verminous thing
I've ever dreamed of. It's----Burn it! Words fail me."
He rose and got out of the car. I followed him and helped Jill to
alight. She was a little pale, and, when she saw the havoc on the
off-side, her eyes began to fill with tears.
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