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Ten minutes later Grayson thrust up the trap.

"You may drop me here," he called. He descended and paid his fare. "I'll walk the rest of the way," he remarked casually.

"Bit thickish on foot to-night, sir," offered the driver respectfully. "Better let me set you down at the hotel." But his fare was already lost in the enveloping gloom.

Grayson wrapped his muffler closely about his chin, pulled down his hat to shadow his eyes, and hurried along like a man with a set destination.

Presently he halted and signalled to a cab, crawling along close to the curb. Grayson scrutinised it keenly. The horse looked strong.

"Can you take me some distance?" he asked the driver.

"Take ye far's you got the coin!"

Grayson glanced about him furtively. "As far as this?" He stepped forward and gave an address in a carefully lowered voice.

The driver leaned far down from his high box and peered into his fare's face.

"Not there!" he muttered.

Grayson held out a sovereign silently.

The driver shook his head.

"It's fair worth a man's life on a night like this."