hurt the most.Martha wasn't sure. She hurt all over, but not in any special place.The woman brought a wet cloth, a glass and a pitcher of water. After Martha had rinsed out her mouth, the woman gently washed her face.The man came into the room. "The doctor's coming right over! Now don't you worry!"Martha sat up and carefully moved her legs. They felt bruised but assuredly not broken. And she could move her arms without any concentrated pain.The man nodded. "Good! No bones broken, by the looks. You were lucky, child. You struck the turf outside and not the hard cobbles!"The woman peered at her intently. "What happened, dear--if you want to tell."Martha suddenly remembered that splintering crash which had followed shortly after her frenzied leap from the speeding bus."Oh, that poor man!" she said. "Has anybody gone to help him?"They both looked at her. "What man, dear?" the woman asked."The bus driver," Martha said. "That was such a horrible crash!"They went on looking at her without saying anything. A queer uneasiness overcame her. "Didn't you--hear it?" she asked.The man shook his head. "We heard you scream. But we didn't hear any--crash.""But--there was," Martha explained frowning. "The bus I jumped out of didn't have any lights and it was speeding and--I heard it crash!"They were looking at her strangely now. As if they didn't believe a word she was saying. As if, Martha thought, they were patiently hearing out the imaginary story of a feverish child."What bus did you jump out of?" the woman asked, laying a cool hand against Martha's forehead."The midnight bus," Martha replied. "I was visiting a friend on Coverton Street. I got the last bus--the midnight bus--just after twelve."The woman smiled gently. "The last bus on Coverton Street runs through at eleven. The midnight bus was discontinued a year ago. Nobody used it much and then after the crash--""What crash?" interrupted Martha with an eerie feeling that she knew what the answer would be."A year ago," the woman explained, "the driver of the Coverton Street midnight bus ran off the road into a wall and was instantly killed. Luckily, no passengers were on the bus. It happened not far from here. There were no witnesses to the crash, but someone claimed later that the bus had been seen speeding along Coverton Street through the fog without any lights--"Suddenly the woman turned pale. She stared at Martha. "And you were saying--your bus--no lights--"Remembering the cold, grim interior of the bus, the white face of the driver and the one feeble headlight which had finally gone out, Martha felt an icy thrill of fear.She saw her bag lying on the couch, and she pointed to it."My bus ticket," she told the woman, "is in there."When the woman drew out the bus ticket and held it up to the light, her pale 

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