The black-cloaked figure stopped by a table near the floor lamp.

His black-cloaked figure moved toward the massive safe in the corner of the consulting room.

The eyes of the black-cloaked figure seemed to burn like live coals.

His black-cloaked figure was motionless in the haze of blue.

The black-cloaked figure faded away into the gloom of the office and was gone.

Then, like a strange specter from another world, a black-cloaked figure returned to the scene.

A black-cloaked figure had arrived in the little passage at the top of the stairs.

A tall, black-cloaked figure was standing on the air next to the tree.

The black-cloaked figure moved to his chair without speaking and sat.

Where every eye expected to see the crumpled form of a black-cloaked figure, there was no one in view!