No sound came from the little road beyond.
The place seemed absolutely without life.

Olva now, as he sent the bell pealing through the passages, knew that this dark desertion had an effect upon his nerves.

A week ago he would not have noticed the place at all--now he longed for lights and noise and company.

He had played foot-ball that afternoon better than ever before; that, too, had been a defence, almost a protest, an assertion of his right to live.
As he waited his thoughts pursued him.

He had heard them say to-night that no clue had been discovered, that the police were entirely at a loss.