"What time was that?"
"Nigh on to eleven o'clock."
"And you saw no one here?"
"No."
"Nor any one on the street?"
"Not a soul stirring, except Jim, the stable boy."
"Where was he?"
"Sound asleep."
"He couldn't have been stirring very much then," said the merchant, with a show of disgust.
"Well, I mean he was the only one about, and I had to wake him up."