From here, there was only a short run ahead of him, and, twenty minutes later, descending from the train at Forest Hills, he had passed through the more thickly settled portion of the little place, and was walking briskly out along the country road.
Stangeist's house lay, approximately, a mile and a half from the station, quite by itself, and set well back from the road.

Jimmie Dale could have found it with his eyes blindfolded--the Tocsin's directions had lacked none of their usual explicit minuteness.

The road was quite deserted.

Jimmie Dale met no one.

Even in the houses that he passed the lights were in nearly every instance already out.
Something, merciless in its rage, swept suddenly over Jimmie Dale, as, unbidden, of its own volition, the last paragraph he had read in that evening's paper began to repeat itself over and over again in his mind.
The two little kiddies--it seemed as though he could see them standing there--and from Jimmie Dale's lips, not given to profanity, there came a bitter oath.