Chapter 11 A MIDNIGHT EPISODE

The weather out of doors was in tune with my frame of mind,-I was in a deuce of a temper, and it was a deuce of a night. A keen north-east wind, warranted to take the skin right off you, was playing catch-who-catch-can with intermittent gusts of blinding rain. Since it was not fit for a dog to walk, none of your cabs for me,-nothing would serve but