“Well there, then, to the back room atop of the house, and there you may sleep till I come. Now then, this way out.”
It was a change that I could not have believed in, and I accompanied the constable wonderingly as he led me out of the police-station and through several dark-looking streets, till he stopped short before a long dim vista, where straight before me two lines of gaslights stretched right away till they seemed to end in a bright point.
“Now, then,” he said, “you can’t make any mistake there.”
“No, sir.”
“Off you go then to the top, and then you’ll find yourself in a big road.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Turn to the right, and then count four streets on the right-hand side. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go down that street about halfway, till you see a gaslight shining on a door with number twenty-seven upon it. Twenty-seven Caroline Street. Now, do you understand? Straight up to the top, and then it’s right, right, right, all the way.”
“I understand, sir.”