"I am not prepared to deliver a homily upon wild driving, but it's well to drive with lights when roads are dark and storm abroad." "I have driven so few times," said the other coldly in excellent English, "and the storm and erratic manner of your approach were disquieting." "_Touche_!" admitted Carl indifferently.

"You have me there.

Your choice of a practice night, however," he added dryly, "was unique, to say the least." He crossed the road, frowned curiously down at the wrecked machine and struck a match.
"_Voila_!" he exclaimed, staring aghast at the bent and splintered mass, "_c'est magnifique, Monsieur_!'" A sheet of flame shot suddenly from the match downward and wrapped the wreck in fire.

Conscious now of the fumes of leaking gasoline, Carl leaped back.
"Monsieur," said he ruefully, and turned.

The reflection of the burning oil revealed Monsieur some feet away, running rapidly.