reconsider and remain silent?

With these questions in his mind, the minutes quickly passed, and
it was with a thrill of excitement Wharton saw that Nolan had left
the Zoological Gardens on the right and turned into the Boston
Road. It had but lately been completed and to Wharton was
unfamiliar. On either side of the unscarred roadway still lay
scattered the uprooted trees and boulders that had blocked its
progress, and abandoned by the contractors were empty tar-barrels,
cement-sacks, tool-sheds, and forges. Nor was the surrounding
landscape less raw and unlovely. Toward the Sound stretched vacant
lots covered with ash heaps; to the left a few old and broken
houses set among the glass-covered cold frames of truck-farms.

The district attorney felt a sudden twinge of loneliness. And when
an automobile sign told him he was "10 miles from Columbus Circle,"
he felt that from the New York he knew he was much farther. Two
miles up the road his car overhauled a bicycle policeman, and
Wharton halted him.

"Is there a road-house called Kessler's beyond here?" he asked.

"On the left, farther up, "the officer told him, and added: "You
can't miss it ' Mr. Wharton; there's no other house near it."

"You know me," said the D.A. "Then you'll understand what I want
you to do. I've agreed to go to that house alone. If they see you
pass they may think I'm not playing fair. So stop here.

The man nodded and dismounted.