My watch, as I glanced at it in the gaslight, showed that the hour was about half-past ten, but my earnestness to find the real meaning of this mysterious adventure, coupled with my curiosity, would probably have kept me there for hours. Soon, however, I became impatient. My unknown questioner looked at me with a resolute smile. His features, or as much of them as could be seen beneath the shabby hat, were not unhandsome, and the smile became him well. "You _are_ coming with me to-night and soon," he said, in the same cool and determined manner I had myself displayed. This was too much. Without word or sign I sprang into the cab, and as the Jehu touched the animal with his whip, my face was determinedly turned away from my strange acquaintance. My action was so sudden that at first he seemed disconcerted. The cab had only moved a few yards before, with a sudden bound, he gained the horse's head. "Leave go that 'orse!" shouted the cabman with an oath. For a few seconds there was a scene of confusion. The man still holding the reins, and heedless of the plunging and affrighted animal, approached me. He was evidently exhausted, and could withstand the excitement no longer. His coat had burst asunder, revealing in all its raggedness the soiled shirt underneath, through the holes in which his panting chest was plainly visible. "One word, sir," he implored, springing with the wildness of despair upon the front of the hansom. "Just one more word, and then if you won't come, the consequence will lie upon your own head. Do, _do_ stop!" Thoroughly alarmed at his vehemence, I again ordered the cabman to pull up. There must, I reflected, be something in this matter, after all. "Will you tell me, without delay, the reason I'm stopped here; or do you wish me to give you into custody as a beggar?" I sternly asked. There was a crowd around us. It was a rather unusual spectacle, and the passers-by gave eager attention to it. "Very well, then, I'll show you something that will decide you, if you will let the man drive on a little, out of this crush," he rejoined, diving his hand into his breast-pocket. Impatiently I told him to jump in, giving the order to drive away, anywhere. After the lapse of a few minutes I turned to the strange being by my side. He held a piece of torn paper, but what was on it I could not then see. Putting his shaking hand upon my shoulder, and his ashen face with its wild, glaring eyes, close to my own, he hissed, with a kind of vicious pleasure. "You think me an impostor, eh? Well, look at this, and remember what it has revealed to you before. Then say if I have stopped you without cause. Its author may yet be found!"