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Hamer Wildburn, with the great headlights of his coupe flaming, swung round the last corner into the Garoupe lane which led to the _plage_ and then jammed on his brakes furiously. Twenty or thirty yards in front of him someone was standing in the dusk swinging a lantern or torch. A shower of pebbles flew up. He skidded slightly but recovered. Finally he brought the car to a standstill within a few feet of the man in the road.
"What the devil--" he began.