The Sane Men of Satan by Sam Merwin — Read

Behind Justin, moments later, Will Molineux, brandishing his pewter tankard, emerged from Sam Adams' house, roaring his rage and anger. Even as he cut for Long Lane, Justin once again felt a curious undefinable flicker of memory -- the same that had troubled him while listening to Ortine -- and once before recently on an occasion he could not recall.

For a few brief moments, while Justin slithered up the uneven icy surface of Long Lane, Molineux's shouts were blanketed by the corner buildings. But before Justin had proceeded more than fifty yards past his lodging place of the night before, a rising outcry struck his ears -- ominous not only because of its closeness but because it no longer issued from one throat. Evidently Molineux's gang was joining the chase.