Paralyzed for the moment with astonishment, he made no resistance, not even when he felt that long muscular left arm relax and the hand at the end of it go searching over his pockets.
Gray was grim, mocking; some vibrant, evil quality to his voice suggested extreme malignity at full cock, like that unseen weapon the muzzle of which was buried beneath the driver's short ribs.

"Ah! You go armed, I see.

A shoulder holster, as I suspected.

I knew you had nothing on this side." Seizing his victim's upstretched right hand with his own left, he gave it a sudden fierce wrench that all but snapped the wrist, and at the same instant he reached across and snatched the concealed weapon from its resting place.

He flung the chauffeur's body away from him; there was a sharp click as he swiftly jammed the barrel of the automatic back and let it fly into place.
The entire maneuver had been deftly executed, even yet the object of the assault was speechless.
"Now then"-- the passenger faced about in his seat and showed his teeth in a smile--"it is customary to permit the condemned to enjoy the last word.