It would be "easy money," and my earning it could harm no one.
Not a glimmer of light appeared from within the house I had just left, and I drew my cap down over my eyes, and stared about, listening.

The hour could not be far from midnight, the night dark, the air heavy with mist.

Glancing out between the houses I caught a glimpse of asphalt pavement glistening with moisture, and the distant electric light above the street intersection appeared blurred and yellow.

Here, in the heart of the residential district, the last belated cab had already drifted by, leaving the silence profound, the loneliness complete.

Two blocks away a trolley-car swept past, an odd, violet light playing along the wire, grotesque shadows showing briefly amid the enveloping folds of vapor.