From where Hamel stood a queer object came strangely into sight.

Below the terrace of St.David's Hall--from a spot, in fact, at the base of the solid wall--it seemed as though a gate had been opened, and there came towards him what he at first took to be a tricycle.

As it came nearer, it presented even a weirder appearance.

Mr.Fentolin, in a black cape and black skull cap, sat a little forward in his electric carriage, with his hand upon the guiding lever.

His head came scarcely above the back of the little vehicle, his hands and body were motionless.
He seemed to be progressing without the slightest effort, personal or mechanical, as though he rode, in deed, in some ghostly vehicle.