The buyer was E. D. (Don) Screes, 60, a gray, rather shy coal-company executive from Indianapolis. "I really came for the Duesenberg," he admitted as he drove his Auburn into the back lot, "but I didn't even bid on it. This one I had to have." Screes is the regional director of the Veteran Motorcar Club of America, Indiana branch, but owns just one other classic—a 1920 seven-passenger Cole Touring Car. What were his plans for the new addition?
"Well, first off, I have to get her back home. I figure I'll drive her back tonight." And risk disaster on the turnpikes? "I'll hold her at about 50 or 55 miles an hour all the way. Shouldn't take me more than 15 hours."
As the last of the bidding stopped, the sound of the Auburn's engine rumbled away from St. Martin's Church. Don Screes was heading into the sunset. It wasn't quite Jay Gatsby, nor even the Archduke Ferdinand for that matter. But it was nice to see, anyway.