“The long driveway littered with calico stones was now barred by a black gate. The wrought iron rampart stood nearly twelve feet tall and was fortified on either side by concrete pillars. Launching from each rod were spear points, as though they were cast from bows. Walter stepped closer, peering through openings that reminded him of a Moorish jalousie. He could hardly see the front yard and a sensation came over him, urging him to turn around."