It was not grim, nor ashamed, nor triumphant, and yet there was in it a suggestion of all three moods.
He reached his car, standing as he had left it in the deserted lane, and stooped to start the engine.

Then, as it throbbed in answer, he straightened himself, and very suddenly he laughed.

But it was not a happy laugh; and in a moment more he shot away into the dark as though pursued by fiends.

If he had gained his end, if he had in any fashion achieved his desire, it was plain that it did not give him any great satisfaction.

He went like a fury through the night..