John Jones mounted to the driver's perch, and they were off like the wind.
The promised two hours were very long to the rector, but they ended at last.

The carriage stopped abruptly; he was helped out, and the bandage taken from his eyes and hands.
"The other must remain for a moment or two," said the mysterious man with the mask, speaking rapidly.

"You are at the corner of your own street.

Good-bye, and many thanks!" He sprung into the carriage, and it was gone like a flash.

And the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh, in the gray and dismal dawn of a wet morning, was left all agape in the deserted street..