Chapter 69

He bethought him suddenly of an important letter he should write, went in and dashed it off, decided that he might as well stretch his legs by taking it to the post office himself. It was exactly nine o'clock when he set off, walking down the still country road toward the little village. How still indeed it was! And how good to be at home! The air had grown appreciably cooler and less humid; a light breeze stirred. Drinking in its refreshment, along with a sense of escape, if only for a time, from the harassing pro…