"Since you presume to believe the mirror instead of me, I will
tell you. There was a despatch on the first page that interested
me deeply."

"I believe I thought as much at the time. Oh, confound this
road!" For half a mile or more the road had been fairly level,
but, as the ejaculation indicates, a rough place had been
reached. He was flung back in the corner violently, his head
coming in contact with a sharp projection of some kind. The pain
was almost unbearable, but it was eased by the fact that she had
involuntarily thrown her arm across his chest, her hand grasping
his shoulder spasmodically.

"Oh, we shall be killed!" she half shrieked. "Can you not stop
him? This is madness--madness!"

"Pray be calm! I was to blame, for I had become careless. He is
earning his money, that's all. It was not stipulated in the
contract that he was to consider the comfort of his passengers."
Grenfall could feel himself turn pale as something warm began to
trickle down his neck. "Now tell me which despatch it was. I
read all of them."

"You did? Of what interest could they have been?"

"Curiosity does not recognize reason."

"You read every one of them?"