Chapter 104: A Bad Business

A Bad Business “Who goes there?” No answer. The watchman sees nothing, but through the roar of the wind and the trees distinctly hears someone walking along the avenue ahead of him. A March night, cloudy and foggy, envelopes the earth, and it seems to the watchman that the earth, the sky, and he himself with his thoughts are all merged together into something vast and impenetrably black. He can only grope his way. “Who goes there?” the watchman repeats, and he begins to fancy that he he…