He choked, for he was furious.

To be trussed like this, without any explanation whatever! What the devil was going on?
Unanswered.
The carriage began to move slowly.

It had to; swift driving in the Krumerweg was hardly possible and at no time safe.

Carmichael set himself to note the turns of the street.

One turn after another he counted, fixing as well as he could the topography of the town through which they were passing.