He must see everything and see it methodically.

He even went now along the asphalt walk to the corner of the office building from which he had issued for the privilege of looking back at the gate through which he had so often yearningly stared from across the street.
Now he was securely inside looking out.

The watchman sat at the gate, bent low over his paper.

There was, it seemed, more than one way to get by him.

People might have headaches almost any time.