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 He tried to think. There was something familiar about these letters. He turned to the chauffeur.

Whose car is this? he demanded.

The fellow regarded him with astonishment.

Why, doan you know dis heah cah? Ebberybody know dis cah. Dis cah, sir—the man drew himself up—dis cah heah et belong to Mr. Randolph Pettijohn.