He jumped into a hansom and was rapidly driven to London Road, and alighted at the end of Tunbridge Street.
Yes, sure enough, there was the name and the place: "John Timmons, Marine Store Dealer." But how did one get in, supposing one wanted to get in? The place was all shut up, and he could see no door.
A man was busy with one of the many up-ended carts. He had the wheel off and was leisurely greasing the axletree.
"Has Mr. Timmons left this place, please?" he asked of the man.
"I think so. Ay, he has."
"Do you know how long?"
"A few days. Since Monday, I think. Anyway, the place hasn't been open since Monday, and I hear that he is gone since Saturday night."
"Have you any notion where he's gone?"
The man stopped greasing the wheel and looked up curiously. "Are you from the Yard too?"
"What yard?"