The next moment he stepped outside in the storm.
The lights from houses on all sides of him could be seen, and he concluded to approach one of them and look in the window.
Selecting the nearest house for his purpose, he began crawling stealthily toward it.
In less than two minutes he was at the window.
A muffled cry of astonishment escaped the villain's lips as he peered in.
He was gazing into an oblong room, furnished something after the Oriental fashion.
The walls and ceiling seemed to be a glittering mass of gold and silver, and the light from a score of candles, thrust in candlesticks of the same metal, made the scene a dazzling one, to say the least.
Reclining on a divan was a woman, or, rather, a girl, for she could not have been over sixteen years of age.
She, too, looked like one of the dazzling beauties of the Orient, and was robed like the women of Egypt.
As Doc Clancy gazed at the ravishingly beautiful creature, his eyes sparkled.