The street was apparently deserted, but lights here and there indicated the presence of inhabited residences.
Clif looked questioningly at the driver.
“Why did you stop here?” he asked at a venture.
“Me wanta show you fine view, señor,” replied the man, respectfully.
“View? I don’t care to see any view. Drive on; I want to reach the dock at once.”
“But, señor, it take you one minute. It ver’ fine view. All visitor come here at this time night. It no good any other time. You like-a it ver’ much. You no regret.”
Clif liked nature, especially in the shape of picturesque scenery. He knew that he would be late in meeting his chums, but he could not resist the temptation.
“Hurry up, then,” he said, springing from the carriage.
He did not see the triumphant gleam in the driver’s eyes as the fellow prepared to follow him, nor would he have understood the meaning if he had. Suspicion of evil was very far from Clif’s mind just then.