[originaltext]W: Now, sir, (1)I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I had to look

W: Now, sir, (1)I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I had to look after the traffic on the road until some more police arrived. You’re the driver of the blue car, I believe.
M: Yes.
W: Just a few questions, sir. Do you feel all right?
M: Yes, I’m... I’m fine now. I was a little shaken up at first.
W: Well, I’ll try not to keep you long. I just want a few details, and the rest of the information I can get tomorrow. Can I have your name and address, please?
M: Jeremiah Simpson, 15 Portland Crescent, Leeds.
W: Have you got your driving license and insurance certificate with you?
M: Yes. Oh, here they are.
W: Thank you... Yes, they’re all right. Now, were there any passengers in the car?
M: (2)Er yes, my wife and a friend—a young lady. My wife was sitting in the back and her friend in the front passenger seat.
W: Where are they now?
M: The ambulance has just taken them to hospital. You spoke to the ambulance driver before he set off. Did he say anything about the young lady?
W: He said that her injuries looked worse than they really were. The other woman—that’d be your wife, I assume—appeared to be suffering from shock.
M: Yes, I know. They advised her to go to hospital for a check-up, just in case.
W: Mm... Was the young lady wearing her seatbelt?
M: (3)No, unfortunately. I told her to put it on, but she couldn’t adjust it. I don’t think it was worth stopping the car because we were only going a few miles.
W: Did she go through the windscreen?
M: No, (4)she was very lucky. But she hurt her leg on the dashboard.
W: Mm... It could have been much worse. Now, sir, will you tell me in your own words what happened?
M: Well, as you can see, (5)I was traveling along this main road when suddenly the other car came out of that side street. It all happened so quickly. I just didn’t see him until he hit me.
W: I’ve just spoken to the other motorist and he says that you were speeding.
M: What?
W: Is this true?
M: That’s a lie. (5)My wife and Becky will tell you that I stopped at the pedestrian crossing just down there. You can see it’s only fifty yards I could hardly have reached thirty miles an hour by the time I got here. Goodness knows what would’ve happened if I’d been going faster.
1. Why did the police come late?
2. How many people were there in Mr. Simpson’s car?
3. Why didn’t the young lady wear the seatbelt?
4. Which part of the car hurt the young lady’s leg?
5. Where was Mr. Simpson driving when the accident happened?