For myself, once I got my wind back, I was rather glad than otherwise.
This was one way of getting rid of the car.
'My blame, Sir,' I answered him.

'It's lucky that I did not add homicide to my follies.

That's the end of my Scotch motor tour, but it might have been the end of my life.' He plucked out a watch and studied it.

'You're the right sort of fellow,' he said.

'I can spare a quarter of an hour, and my house is two minutes off.