It was midnight before I took him round to Essex Street, and saw him safely in at his own dark door.

When it closed upon him, I experienced the first moment of relief I had known since the night of his arrival.
Never quite free from an uneasy remembrance of the man on the stairs, I had always looked about me in taking my guest out after dark, and in bringing him back; and I looked about me now.

Difficult as it is in a large city to avoid the suspicion of being watched, when the mind is conscious of danger in that regard, I could not persuade myself that any of the people within sight cared about my movements.

The few who were passing passed on their several ways, and the street was empty when I turned back into the Temple.

Nobody had come out at the gate with us, nobody went in at the gate with me.