"But now WHERE is it ?" They looked round.

On one side was a queer, dark, cardboard factory, on the other a Commercial Hotel.
"It's up the entry," said Paul.
And they ventured under the archway, as into the jaws of the dragon.
They emerged into a wide yard, like a well, with buildings all round.

It was littered with straw and boxes, and cardboard.

The sunshine actually caught one crate whose straw was streaming on to the yard like gold.

But elsewhere the place was like a pit.