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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: fatigued by his morning visit to the police station, from joining
them.
The carriages then drove off more quickly than before. It was now
quite dark, a gloomy stormy winter evening. Muller had taken his
place on the box of his cab and sat peering out into the darkness.
In spite of the sharp wind and the ice that blew against his face the
detective could see that they were going out from the more closely
built up portions of the city, and were now in new streets with
half-finished houses. Soon they passed even these and were outside
of the city. The way was lonely and dreary, bordered by wooden
fences on both sides. Muller looked sharply to right and to left.
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