mrs. paisley. i'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, mr. anderson, but these things are always such a beastly nuisance to me. and you handle them so beautifufuy. that's right, the left-front fender and the grille. uh-huh. tell me, mrs. paisley, did this by any chance happen at the oak street intersection? oh, just psychic, i guess. wait, don't tell me. was his name greg patterson? oh, that's nothing. i can even tell you what color eyes he has. i didn't notice his eyes, but i got his license number. oh, it was his fault, naturally. and we can prove it, too, do you, uh...have any idea who that girl might be? i didn't have a chance to find out. this -- this patterson person whisked her away in his car while i was examining my bumper. we've got to locate her. well, we may be able to find her. you'd better come in tomorrow morning and make out a full report. all right, mrs. paisley. goodbye. now -- n-now, father, it was really your fault. i wouldn't have stopped if it hadn't been for your lecture. yes, and that's the last lecture i ever give. i