The professor groaned.
“Between the police and bomb-throwers, we are in a decidedly pleasant predicament,” he said, huskily.
And so it came about that they remained in London.
For two days after the explosion nothing of importance occurred.
Frank visited Mr. Burrage and Inza both days. Once he strolled with her in Kensington Gardens, and they spent a pleasant afternoon together.
London by night had a fascination for Frank. Although it was seldom he could induce the professor to accompany him, he often rode or strolled about the city.
With his usual fearlessness, Frank resolved to visit the East End, even though he had been warned not to do so, and the professor had ordered him to keep away.
The region of the Whitechapel murders had a strong fascination for Frank. Once he visited the section by day, and he was astonished and appalled by the degradation and dirt he saw there. The alleys were dark and filthy, and squalor reigned supreme.
But Frank was determined to see the quarter by night, and on the Saturday evening after the explosion, he dressed himself in shabby clothes, so he would not attract attention, and proceeded to the East End.
Petticoat Lane attracted him, and thither he went. He found the place divided into three thoroughfares, made by two rows of handcarts, drays, and booths arranged along each gutter.