AN INTERRUPTED WEEKEND

Professor Fordney, driving along a busy thoroughfare, suddenly slammed on the brakes and brought his car to a stop. He had just passed a huddled form lying in the street. Running back to the spot, he bent over a woman about 50 years of age, clad in house dress and sweater, an ugly bruise on her forehead. That she was beyond help was quickly apparent to him; the body was cold, death having undoubtedly been caused by a car which left the marks of two tires across her chest.

Fordney instructed one of the officers, keeping the hastily drawn crowd back, to phone headquarters. An hour later the Professor was still trying to locate someone who might throw light on the tragedy.

After tedious and patient inquiry he learned the woman was a Mrs. Belamy, who lived on the outskirts of the town. The police finally located Nick Chester, a boarder of the dead woman’s, who readily admitted having driven her downtown in his car. He said she’d got out two blocks from where Fordney had discovered her. On learning Mrs. Belamy had not been wearing glasses when found, Chester suggested she must have stepped in front of a car and the driver sped on.

The Professor sighed. He was not to find relief from the city heat this weekend! Well, his work came first.

“Now why was Mrs. Belamy wearing a man’s sweater? And why has her body been thrown out at this particular spot? She certainly wasn’t run over or killed there!” he muttered to himself disconsolately.

How did the Professor know? Turn page for solution.