Jon Hagadorn

The car didn't pass over his body?

No.

In fact, I thought I'd missed him altogether.

He was reeling, you say?

Yes, I thought he was drunk.

And he came from the hedge.

There was a gate just there, I think.

He must have come through the gate.

The doctor nodded.

Then he leaned back in his chair and removed his pince-nez.

I've no doubt at all, he said, that you're a very reckless driver, and that you'll probably run over some poor fellow and do for him one of these days.

But you haven't done it this time.

But the car never touched him.

The man was shot.

We'll return with Chapter 6 of The Seven Dials Mystery by Agatha Christie right after these sponsor messages.

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Bundle stared at him, and very slowly the world, which for the last three-quarters of an hour had been upside down, shifted till it stood once more the right way up.

It was quite two minutes before Bundle spoke, but when she did it was no longer the panic-stricken girl, but the real Bundle, cool, efficient, and logical.

"'How could he be shot?'

she said.