The next turn he took was toward the handsome residence district crowning the hill.
XI IN THE COACH HOUSE All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells; Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; And all things change them to the contrary.
_Romeo and Juliet_.
Fifteen minutes later, he stood in a finely wooded street before an open gateway guarded by a policeman.

Showing his badge, he passed in, and entered a long and slightly curved driveway.

As he did so, he took a glance at the house.

It was not as pretentious as he expected, but infinitely more inviting.

Low and rambling, covered with vines, and nestling amid shrubbery which even in winter gave it a habitable air, it looked as much the abode of comfort as of luxury, and gave--in outward appearance at least--no hint of the dark shadow which had so lately fallen across it.
The ceremonies had been set for three o'clock, and it was now half past two.