silent policeman

The silent policeman which stood at the corner of “Positive 2 St.” and “Positive 1 Ave.” was marked that way.

Each was hurrying along until he came just opposite her, and then, as though controlled by the same set of strings, each stopped short and looked up curiously at the blind, dark house and at the figure lounging in the doorway, then hurried on without a word, leaving the silent policeman fretfully mopping his moist face and tugging at the wilted collar about his neck.