The gleaming river shone winding away under the dusky wooded hills.

The white road stretched ahead, dimming in the distance.

A night for romance and love--for a maiden at a stile and a lover who hung rapt and humble upon her whispers! But that red eye before him held no romance.

It leered as the luxurious sedan swayed from side to side, a diabolical thing with speed.
Lane was driving out the state highway, mile after mile.

He calculated that in less than ten minutes Swann had taken a girl from a bustling corner of Middleville out into the open country.