Leicester laughed—"Of course it is—but stop a moment, and tell me—if it is within the limits of your geographical knowledge—where I have been travelling to night?"
"Sir!" answered Jacob, turning back with a perplexed look.
"Where have I been? What number and street was it to which you drove me?"
"The street. Wal, I reckon it was nigh upon Twenty Eighth street, sir."
"And the number?"
"It isn't numbered just there, sir, I believe."
"But you know the house?"
"Yes, sir, that is, I suppose I know it. The man told me when to stop, so I didn't look particularly myself."
"The man, what was he, a servant or a gentleman?"