Anthony Marston said in a slow puzzled voice: “I’ve just been thinking—John and Lucy Combes. Must have been a couple of kids I ran over near Cambridge. Beastly bad luck.” Mr. Justice Wargrave said acidly: “For them, or for you?” Anthony said: “Well, I was thinking—for me—but of course, you’re right, sir, it was damned bad luck on them. Of course it was a pure accident. They rushed out of some cottage or other. I had my licence suspended for a year. Beastly nuisance.”
Anthony Marston
