I'm telling you, Amos. There was nobody behind the wheel of that car.

We searched the woods behind Miller's place twice.

No, no. As a matter of fact, we stopped by and saw Uncle Daniel and Katie. Why?

Oh, no. I wouldn't dream of doing that.

The answer is no.

I mean, a hundred miles round-trip's no fun in summer traffic. It's part of the job.

Kids have a way of remembering when they see a car guzzlin' along with no driver at the wheel.

And speaking of Daniel, where the hell is he?

And only then if I had charge of the ropes.

Oh, there are no taxis here. They're down at the station.

there were no witnesses except the Tatum kids, and they could've made a mistake.

They found his body by the side of the road.

We found these in the back of the station wagon.

in the hospital of this quaint little village?

Did you look around that stretch of woods just east of the old Gentry farm?

It was the speed of the driverless car that bothered me.

The handle of the bike gives me my blood pressure and my pulse rate.

And nobody cares that he fought on the side of the British in the Revolutionary War?

That's the beauty of it. To the human ear it's absolutely silent.

All right. Now the day of the picnic, after the car chased Woodley across the ballpark,