One Sunday morning Mr. Bruhl went for a motor-car ride with his wife and two daughters. They had driven about a mile through Broolyn Street, in the mirror above his head, Mr. Bruhl observed a blue car just behind him. He turned off into the next side of the street, and the blue car did the same. Bruhl made another turn, and the car followed him. “How are you driving, Sammy?” asked Mrs. Bruhl. Mr. Bruhl didn’t answer her, he speeded up, driving terribly fast and turning corners so widely that wheels swung around. Two ladies shouted behind him. The younger girl let out a cry of fear . Bruhl drove right on, weaving out and in. Mrs. Bruhl started to berate (责骂) him angrily. “Have you lost your mind, Sam Bruhl? ” she shouted. Mrs. Bruhl stared behind him. The car was never to be seen. He slowed down. “Let’s go home, my dear,” he said. “I have had enough of this. ”
A month went by without incident (事故) and Mr. Bruhl began to be out again. On the car that he was normal back, Sluggy Pensiotta was shot. The gang- war (警匪大战) story instantly piled in the recent press. Mr. Bruhl, reading this, tore to pieces once again.
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