Chicago (Ill.) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Extortion -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Veterans -- Fiction
For a time his eyes were blinded by the recent glare of his light, and
the darkness shut him in like a wall. After a while, however, his eyes
again became accustomed to the darkness and he could dimly see the gray
road in the starlight. At the same moment that his vision had adjusted
itself to the darkness, Green was conscious of something like a moving
shadow in the roadway before him. He heard no sound, yet he was
confident that someone or something had stopped in front of the tree. He
did not hesitate this time but instantly threw on his light. It brought
out in bold relief the figure of a woman walking up the path toward the
tree. She stopped abruptly at the unexpected burst of light and Green
realized that she would instinctively turn to see its source, allowing
him to see her face.
Indeed, she had already begun that turning movement when Green’s vision
was suddenly shut off by a broad hand that covered his eyes, and he felt
a long arm encircle his body. He struggled desperately, but the person
who held him was too powerful. Green was like a child in that vise-like
grasp. He felt a precipitate movement of the body of this person,
followed by a crash in the roadway. Green needed nothing more to tell
him that his lighting outfit had been kicked aside and probably
destroyed.
Then Green felt himself unexpectedly propelled out into the roadway by a
pair of powerful arms. He lost his balance and fell at full length. The
dust rose in clouds about him, momentarily stifling and blinding him.
All thought of the supernatural had now been driven from Green’s mind.
He had plainly seen a woman who could not possibly be a ghostly
visitant, and he had been very roughly treated by some other person who
could not for one moment be considered as a misty, disembodied spirit.
Green scrambled to his feet, pulling out his automatic as he did so, and
stared about him. As far as the darkness would permit his gaze to
penetrate Green could see no strange forms or movement anywhere, and the
silence of the woods was unbroken. Whoever had been there had made good
their escape during the time Green was stretched in the road.
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