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To the man in the yard outside came the sound of splintering panels. White Face had no need to crank up his machine: the taxi engine was running softly. He pulled open the two gates and took a look inside the cab. On the floor was a huddled figure.
"Doctor," said White Face pleasantly, "I'm afraid I shall have to take you for an uncomfortable journey."