midnight
Quite without purpose he sought the machine-shop where he had left his car . He had no plans ; but it was in his mind , a murderous thought , that before another dawn he might encounter Bannon . Interim , he would go to work . He could think out his problem while driving as readily as in seclusion ; whatever he might ultimately elect to do , he could accomplish little before midnight . Toward seven o'clock , with his machine in perfect running order , he took the seat and to the streets in a reckless humour , in the temper of a beast of prey . The barrier was down : once more the Lone Wolf was on the prowl . But for the present he controlled himself and acted perfectly his temporary rôle of taxi-bandit , fellow to those thousands who infest Paris .