Johnston McCulley

“ A sense of alarm came to Togo then. John Warwick had called him on the telephone and had ordered him to go to the old shed with the suit and cap. He had gone there, and had met with violence. Did that mean that some of The Spider's foes had intercepted Warwick and attended to him before Togo arrived, and then had waited for Togo and attended to him? Had John Warwick been harmed? Was he in danger now? And where was Togo being taken.
The feeling of dizziness and nausea had left him in part now, and he began to take stock. He was covered with a mass of old sacks, he made out. ”

“ His head was beneath the wagon seat, but he could get a glimpse of the bright moonlight, could see that the wagon was being driven along a road bordered with woods.
That told Togo nothing except that it still was night and that he had not been driven back into the city. He supposed he was being taken up the river. Along the bank were many small farms, abandoned factories, shacks formerly used by fishermen—scores of places where a man could be kept prisoner, or where something more sinister could happen to him without being discovered for some time to come. ”

“ So Togo waited, with a patience that men of another race would never understand. The wagon went on along the road, the horses walking, the men speaking in low tones. Togo was unable to understand a word that they said. ”

“ Togo asked suddenly. His voice was quivering, and he was giving an excellent imitation of a man very badly frightened.
“Scared, are ye?” asked Jones. “No reason to be if you behave yourself. Oh, we'll probably keep you here until some time to-morrow mornin'. You're one of them week-end guests, sorter. We ain't aimin' to associate with you for life, or anything like that. Nope! You're just makin' us a short visit.”
The words of Jones gave Togo another clew. John Warwick was engaged in some work to-night, it was evident. Jones had said that Togo might be released on the following morning. ”