The man walked away from the taxi, and crossed the road in front of the coupe. As he came into the glare of the lights, his figure was revealed — a tall form, garbed in a black cloak and broad-brimmed black hat.
The man seemed like a monstrous creature of the night, a phantom shape that had emerged from nothingness.
The motor cycle was coming closer. The sounds of the cylinders indicated that it was turning into the side road.
The coupe moved away without a sound. The driver was back at the wheel, coasting the car down the slight hill that lay ahead.
CLYDE BURKE stirred. He opened his eyes, and looked weakly at the form beside him. All the events of that exciting evening were dim in his mind; for now his thoughts were centered on that strange being with whom he was riding.
What had happened?
Burke could not recall. He remembered that he had been in a taxicab — that was all. Now he was controlled by some unknown individual, who seemed nothing more than a silent monster of the night.
The coupe swung down a side street. It stopped before a house. Burke suddenly recognized his surroundings. He was at the house where he lived.
Now he was being helped from the cab; up the steps of the house; up the stairs within; to his own room.
Exhausted, Burke fell upon the bed.