Here's the Sheriff, who will bear out what I say, also that they arrived at the place in my automobile." "Sure!" the Sheriff murmured.
"Further," Quest continued, "there's my chauffeur.

He knows exactly what time it was when the tire of my car blew out, just as we were starting for New York." "It was eleven-ten, sir," the chauffeur declared.

"Mr.Quest and I both took out our watches to see if we could make New York by mid-day.

Then one of those fellows hit me over the head and I've been laid up ever since.

A man who keeps a store a little way along the road picked me up and looked after me." Inspector French held out his hand.
"Mr.Quest," he said, "I reckon we'll have to withdraw the case against you.