When you pull up, light the acetylene lamps, and we will take the other pair and search the wharf from which that car was shot into the stream." Within a few yards the brakes went on with a jerk, and a tall crane loomed up vaguely in front.

All four men sprang to the ground, and while the chauffeur busied himself with the big lamps Curtis and Devar disconnected the smaller ones.
They found themselves standing on a wooden quay, evidently used for the trans-shipment of building materials, and a quick scrutiny showed that the lane supplied the only practicable means of egress.

Some gaunt sheds blocked one end of the wharf and piles of dressed stone cumbered the other.

The tiny wavelets of the river murmured and gurgled amid the heavy piles which shored up the landing-place, and Devar's sharp eyes soon detected a corner of the gray-colored limousine round which a ripple had formed.

In all probability the heated cylinders had burst when the water rushed in, and the explosion had tilted the chassis, else the river, necessarily deep by the side of the quay, would have concealed the wreckage completely.
From out of the mist came a white glare.