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The Adventures of Jimmie Dale

II.6. The Trap
Had it not been for the stop the car had previously made, for the possibility that
he might have obtained a glimpse outside when the door had been opened, the
scarf over his eyes would have been superfluous; for now, with it removed, he
could scarcely distinguish the forms of the three men around him, since the
window curtains of the car were tightly drawn. Nor was he given the opportunity
to do more, even had it been possible. The car stopped, the door was opened,
he was pushed toward it--and even as he reached the ground, the door was
closed behind him, and the car was speeding on again. But where he could not
see before, it took now but a glance to obtain his bearings--he was standing on a
corner on Riverside Drive, within a few doors of his own house.
Jimmie Dale stood still for a moment, watching the car as it disappeared rapidly
up the Drive. And with a sort of grim facetiousness his brain began to correlate
time and distance. Where had he come from? Where was this Crime Club? They
had been, as nearly as he could estimate, two hours in making the journey; and,
as nearly as he could estimate, in their turnings and twistings had covered at
least twice the distance that would be represented by a direct route. Granting,
then, an average speed of forty miles an hour, which was overgenerous to be on
the safe side, and the fact that they certainly had not crossed the Hudson, which
now lay before him, flanking the Drive, the Crime Club was somewhere within the
area of a semicircle, whose centre was the corner on which he now stood, and
whose radius was forty miles--OR FORTY YARDS! He forced a laugh. It was just
that, no more, no less--he was as likely to have started on his ride from within a
biscuit throw of where he now stood, as to have started on it from miles away!
But--he aroused himself with a start--he was wasting time! It must be very late,
near morning, and he would have need for every moment that was left between
now and daylight. He turned, walked quickly to his house, mounted the steps,
and with his latch-key--they had at least permitted him to retain the contents of
 
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