The horses were doing their prettiest.
To the surprise of the detective, instead of starting down Third Avenue, the course was up it.
Evidently then the artist did not mean to go either to his studio or lodgings.
He had other plans in view.
Now Eric was given a chance to think, and he improved it well.
So suddenly had this crisis been sprung upon the detective that he had thus far only acted from impulse.
He must shape some sort of plan, in order to yet win the game.
Those inside the hack had not the slightest suspicion of his presence.
The rattle of the vehicle and their own agitation would prevent their paying any attention to anything happening outside.
As the night air was cool, all the openings had the glass in them—this was another point in the detective’s favor.