three, she should imagine.

Was she conscious of driving fast at any time?

Yes, just after leaving Miss Bellington's. There was a good piece of
road and no traffic. She had run very fast--probably thirty-five miles
an hour.

Did she call that fast?

Yes, she did. She achieved a very-good-little-girl manner as she said
this.

For how long had she maintained this high rate of speed?

She was afraid she couldn't remember exactly, but for two or three
miles. On approaching the village of Wide Plains she had slowed down to
her regular rate of twenty-five miles an hour--slower as she actually
entered the village. She could not say how long Drummond had been
following her--she had not noticed him. She had seen him as she was
entering the village--saw him reflected in her mirror. It was difficult
to judge distances exactly from such a reflection. She had not been
noticing him just at the moment of the accident. Yes, her decision to
take the right-hand turn had been a sudden one. She had felt the impact.
She believed that the policeman ran into her. She was on her own side of
the road and turning to the right.

Why did she take the right-hand road, which was longer than the left?

Because it was more agreeable, and as she was in no hurry to get home
she did not mind the extra distance.

After the accident she had remained and rendered every assistance in her
power, going to the hospital and remaining there until the preliminary
report of Drummond's condition. She had left her address and telephone
number, so that the hospital could telephone her when the X-ray
examination was finished.

Her friends drew a sigh of relief when her direct testimony was over. It
was true, she was not an appealing figure like Alma Wooley; but she was
clear, audible, direct, and her straight glance under her dark level
brows was convincingly honest.

As she finished her direct testimony she looked down at her hands
clasped in her lap. The important moment had come. She heard Wiley's
smooth voice saying "Your witness" as if he were making the People a
magnificent present. As she became aware that O'Bannon was standing up,
looking at her, she raised her eyes as far as the top button of his
waistcoat, and then slowly lifting both head and eyes together she
stared him straight in the face.

He held her eyes for several seconds, trying, she thought, in the
silence to take possession of her mind as he had taken possession of the
jury's.