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WHILE Inspector Higgins was making his useless and profane effort to break down one small steel door, a closed car was smashing several speed records. This car slewed and skidded alarmingly in the rain.
"Listen, you misfit of nature, you either slow down or I'm getting out of this bus and walking the rest of the way!" rasped a stridently sharp voice. "You might bounce that solid skull of yours off the concrete without any damage, but I've got something inside mine I'd like to keep there!"