police.â
âMa says for me to leave the police alone.â
âIn other circumstances,â said Jack, âIâd agree with your mother, but these are special circumstances.â
The little boy hesitated.
âIf I could reach into my pocket, Iâd give you a dollar,â said Jack, âbut I canât move. Miss Bright, do you have a dollar for this little boy?â
Four quarters flew over the smoking hood of the car. The little boy gathered them up and ran off. Jack had no great confidence that the police would come before he either froze, perished from some as yet undetected internal injury, or burned to death in a gasoline blaze (if the automobile turned out to be of the sort that exploded).
âI really am very sorry about this inconvenience,â he called out to Susan, who leaned against the locked door of the insurance building with her arms crossed over her breast, both for warmth and to indicate a certain general displeasure with the progress of 1933.
âI really donât believe you are,â Susan called back testily. âI really do believe that you and your wife would do just about anything to keep me away from Mr. Dodge. Including trying to crush me against the side of a building with your automobile.â
âThatâs nonsense,â said Jack, picking out a large shard of glass that looked as if it were going to come loose from the windshield soon anyway.
âIs it?â said a young woman in a green coat, who had appeared out of nowhere at the side of the wrecked car. âIs it?â she asked again with a wary eye on Jack. âI have seen accidents, in the country and in the city, and this donât look like any accident I have ever seen.â
âNevertheless,â Jack said to the woman in green, âit is an accident. I was only attempting to take this young lady home.â
âHe said,â called Susan from the recessed doorway, âthat if I saw his friend again, heâd have me killed for good.â
âI thought it was something like that,â said the young woman in the green coat. âIt always is. Are you all right in there?â
âYes, sheâs all right,â said Jack. âSheâs perfectly fine, and no one tried to kill her. I, on the other hand, have this steering wheel stuck in my stomach, and I am not fine. And, Miss Bright, if and when the police arrive, I would appreciate your not trying to maintain that this was a murder attempt.â
âIf I had a gun,â said the young woman in the green coat to Jack, âIâd shoot you right here and now.â
âIf I had a gun,â Susan said, âIâd give it to you.â
A small crowd gatheredâa few well-dressed drunken revelers on their way to home and hangovers, a few delivery men, a few children whose parents were home abed, a few men and women lucky enough to have work but not lucky enough to have a holiday, a few indigents on their way from one cold stoop to another. The crowd seemed sympathetic to Susanâs plight, and indifferent to Jackâs. Those who did not look on this accident as an attempted murder were inclined to look on it as a failed seduction. Jackâs only ally was a particularly drunken man in a broken top hat who kept calling out, âMarry the girl, and then sheâll do whatever you want.â Eventually, the police arrived, and tossed the drunken manâs cape over the hood of the car to Susan. She wrapped it around her tightly, and thanked the policeman. Soon a truck from a garage arrived. A chain was attached to the already smashed bumper of Jackâs car, which was pulled free from the facade of the insurance building.
Four policemen instantly supported Susan away from the recessed doorway, and ignored Jackâs cries. When the automobile was pulled free of the building, the front portion of the car dropped heavily to the ground, and the steering wheel jammed even more