"My time is from ten at night to six in the morning.

At eleven there was a fight at the 'White Hart'; but bar that all was quiet enough on the beat.

At one o'clock it began to rain, and I met Harry Murcher--him who has the Holland Grove beat--and we stood together at the corner of Henrietta Street a-talkin'.
Presently--maybe about two or a little after--I thought I would take a look round and see that all was right down the Brixton Road.

It was precious dirty and lonely.

Not a soul did I meet all the way down, though a cab or two went past me.