It was a policeman who spoke, and who looked rather suspiciously at the lonely looking young man.
"Good morning," replied Dick; "it's not long to daylight is it?"
"Another hour or two yet. Lost your way?"
"I've come from King's Cross. I travelled by the midnight train, and there were no conveyances to be got."
"Ah, petrol's a bit scarce yet; but I hear we shall have more soon. Anywhere you want to get?"
"Yes, I'm going to Jones' Hotel."
"That's close to the British Museum; and only a few minutes away. I suppose your room's booked all right. The hotels are very crowded in London just now."
"That'll be all right. Good morning, and thank you!"
"That's all right, sir. Go to the end of the square, turn to the right, then take the second street to the left and you are there."
A few minutes later Dick was at the hotel. The night porter knew him well, and showed him into the smoke-room, where there was a good fire, and comfortable arm-chairs.