The mist was thinner here, and pin-points of light from a row of lamps showed in a straight line for a considerable distance.

For an instant there was an embarrassed pause, because all three failed to remember covering any similar stretch of level road after descending the hill and turning into the lane leading to the Hudson.
"Did you notice a few minutes since that a low wall bounded the road on both sides ?" said Curtis, breaking a somewhat strained silence.
Yes, each had seen it.
"Well, I am inclined to believe," he went on, "that that wall formed part of an accommodation bridge, under which the car passed in the dark without our being aware of it.

Indeed, I feel confident that if we turn back along this main road, we shall meet our lane on the right, and about three hundred yards from this very point." They agreed to make the experiment, and Devar grinned broadly when the lane presented itself exactly as Curtis had predicted.
"What did I tell you ?" he cackled to the roundsman.

"John D.is a Chinese necromancer.

I'm getting used to his tricks, and you will catch the habit in another hour or two.