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He
arose
from
his
chair
and
went
and
looked
out
into
the
street
.
The
long
drizzle
had
begun
.
Pedestrians
had
turned
up
collars
,
and
trousers
at
the
bottom
.
Hands
were
hidden
in
the
pockets
of
the
umbrellaless
;
umbrellas
were
up
.
The
street
looked
like
a
sea
of
round
black
cloth
roofs
,
twisting
,
bobbing
,
moving
.
Trucks
and
vans
were
rattling
in
a
noisy
line
and
everywhere
men
were
shielding
themselves
as
best
they
could
.
He
scarcely
noticed
the
picture
.
He
was
forever
confronting
his
wife
,
demanding
of
her
to
change
her
attitude
toward
him
before
he
worked
her
bodily
harm
.
At
four
o
’
clock
another
note
came
,
which
simply
said
that
if
the
money
was
not
forthcoming
that
evening
the
matter
would
be
laid
before
Fitzgerald
and
Moy
on
the
morrow
,
and
other
steps
would
be
taken
to
get
it
.
Hurstwood
almost
exclaimed
out
loud
at
the
insistency
of
this
thing
.
Yes
,
he
would
send
her
the
money
.
He
’
d
take
it
to
her
—
he
would
go
up
there
and
have
a
talk
with
her
,
and
that
at
once
.
He
put
on
his
hat
and
looked
around
for
his
umbrella
.
He
would
have
some
arrangement
of
this
thing
.
He
called
a
cab
and
was
driven
through
the
dreary
rain
to
the
North
Side
.
On
the
way
his
temper
cooled
as
he
thought
of
the
details
of
the
case
.
What
did
she
know
?
What
had
she
done
?
Maybe
she
’
d
got
hold
of
Carrie
,
who
knows
—
or
—
or
Drouet
.
Perhaps
she
really
had
evidence
,
and
was
prepared
to
fell
him
as
a
man
does
another
from
secret
ambush
.
She
was
shrewd
.
Why
should
she
taunt
him
this
way
unless
she
had
good
grounds
?
He
began
to
wish
that
he
had
compromised
in
some
way
or
other
—
that
he
had
sent
the
money
.
Perhaps
he
could
do
it
up
here
.
He
would
go
in
and
see
,
anyhow
.
He
would
have
no
row
.
By
the
time
he
reached
his
own
street
he
was
keenly
alive
to
the
difficulties
of
his
situation
and
wished
over
and
over
that
some
solution
would
offer
itself
,
that
he
could
see
his
way
out
.
He
alighted
and
went
up
the
steps
to
the
front
door
,
but
it
was
with
a
nervous
palpitation
of
the
heart
.
He
pulled
out
his
key
and
tried
to
insert
it
,
but
another
key
was
on
the
inside
.
He
shook
at
the
knob
,
but
the
door
was
locked
.
Then
he
rang
the
bell
.
No
answer
.
He
rang
again
—
this
time
harder
.
Still
no
answer
.
He
jangled
it
fiercely
several
times
in
succession
,
but
without
avail
.
Then
he
went
below
.
There
was
a
door
which
opened
under
the
steps
into
the
kitchen
,
protected
by
an
iron
grating
,
intended
as
a
safeguard
against
burglars
.
When
he
reached
this
he
noticed
that
it
also
was
bolted
and
that
the
kitchen
windows
were
down
.
What
could
it
mean
?
He
rang
the
bell
and
then
waited
.
Finally
,
seeing
that
no
one
was
coming
,
he
turned
and
went
back
to
his
cab
.
“
I
guess
they
’
ve
gone
out
,
”
he
said
apologetically
to
the
individual
who
was
hiding
his
red
face
in
a
loose
tarpaulin
raincoat
.
“
I
saw
a
young
girl
up
in
that
winder
,
”
returned
the
cabby
