were allayed by her recognition of certain landmarks which told her she
was on the Hertford Road.

"Of course," she thought. "I should be wanted at Hertford rather than in
London," and she settled herself down again.

Suddenly the cab stopped, backed down a side lane, and turned in the
direction from whence they had come. When he had got his car's head
right, Sam Stay shut off his engine, descended from his seat, and opened
the door.

"Come on out of that!" he said sharply.

"Why--what----" began the bewildered girl, but before she could go much
farther the man dived in, gripped her by the wrist, and pulled her out
with such violence that she fell.

"You don't know me, eh?" The words were his as he thrust his face into
hers, gripping her shoulders so savagely that she could have cried out
in pain.

She was on her knees, struggling to get to her feet, and she looked up at
the little man wonderingly.

"I know you," she gasped. "You are the man who tried to get into my
flat!"

He grinned.

"And I know you!" he laughed harshly. "You're the devil that lured him
on! The best man in the world ... he's in the little vault in Highgate
Cemetery. The door is just like a church. And that's where you'll be
to-night, damn you! Down there I'm going to take you. Down, down, down,
and leave you with him, because he wanted you!"

He was gripping her by both wrists, glaring down into her face, and there
was something so wolfish, so inhuman, in the madman's staring eyes that
her mouth went dry, and when she tried to scream no sound came. Then she
lurched forward towards him, and he caught her under the arms and dragged
her to her feet.

"Fainted, eh? You'll faint, me lady," he chuckled. "Don't you wish you
might never come round, eh? I'll bet you would if you knew ... if you
knew!"

He dropped her on the grass by the side of the road, took a luggage strap
from the front of the cab, and bound her hands. Then he picked up the
scarf she had been wearing and tied it around her mouth.

With an extraordinary display of strength he lifted her without effort
and put her back into the corner of the seat. Then he slammed the door,
mounted again to his place, and sent the car at top speed in the
direction of London. They were on the outskirts of Hampstead when he saw
a sign over a tobacconist's shop, and stopped the car a little way
beyond, at the darkest part of the road. He gave a glance into the
interior. The girl had slid from