"
Slowly it dawned on the doctor that it was a false alarm and that
he must be the victim of some practical joke.
"Well, that's a great note," he growled, as the man shut the door.
He descended the steps, muttering harsh language at some unknown
trickster. As he climbed back into his machine and made ready to
start, two men seemed to rise before him, as if from nowhere.
As a matter of fact, they had been sent there by the Clutching
Hand and were hiding in a nearby cellar way until their chance
came.
One man stood on the running board, on either side of him, and two
guns yawned menacingly at him.
"Drive ahead--that way!" muttered one man, seating himself in the
runabout with his gun close to the doctor's ribs.
The other kept his place on the running board, and on they drove
in the direction of the mysterious, dark house. Half a mile,
perhaps, down the road, they halted and left the car beside the
walk.
Dr. Morton was too surprised to marvel at anything now and he
realized that he was in the power of two desperate men. Quickly,
they blindfolded him.
It seemed an interminable walk, as they led him about to confuse
him, but at last he could feel that they had taken him into a
house and along passageways, which they were making unnecessarily
long in order to destroy all recollection that they could.
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