Somehow the light went out.
VII
Berg stood in the quiet street outside the apartment block. He thought that this was one of those times when something very definite was indicated. He remembered other times in his life when he had been possessed by the same feeling—a desire, an urge, almost uncontrollable towards harsh action. He stood there, thinking about Clovis Scansci—the whole set-up. The thing he had in his mind—the thing he planned to do—seemed to him one of those things which was indicated by a higher fate. The fact that the indication was due to his association with Clovis, with several large whiskies and sodas, was not at all plain to him. In his own rather simple mind the indication was clear-cut.
A yellow cab came by. Berg flagged it; got inside. He told the man where to go.
