Bad news from afar; difficulties. 76.

…not working because, for the present, I haven’t the heart to work. I’ve been jilted by luck, and I feel too sore to ask for employment. Yes,” he said, with a sudden spurt of enthusiasm,” I’ll tell you all about it.”Some months ago I belonged to the police force at Dulwich. I was on night duty, and had been particularly enjoined to keep an eye on a certain house, the owner of which, a rich banker, was away in the South of France. Night after night I passed by the house, and, as far as I could tell, everything was in order. You know the police have orthodox dodges for seeing if premises have been entered and I, of course, made use of them. Well, one evening — it was in October, and the shadows from the big trees, lining the road outside the house, lay so thick around me,…