I was looking for the red one." "I forgot to tell you." Which Johnny felt was a lie, because Cliff Lowell did not strike him as the kind of man who forgot things.

"Yes, I keep two.

This is good for long trips when I want to take luggage--and so on." His tone did not invite further conversation.

He seemed absorbed now in his driving; and his driving, Johnny decided, was enough to absorb any man.

Yard by yard he was sending the big-nosed car faster ahead, until the pointer on the speedometer seemed to want to rest on 35.