With a quick movement he drew a coin from his pocket, tossed it up, caught it between his hands.

The driver had got down and was standing at the door.
"This the place?
Thanks; I'll get out." He looked at the half-crown, smiled, and handed it to the cabman.
In a few minutes he stood before an ugly but decent house, which had a card in the window intimating that lodgings were here to let.

His knock brought a woman to the door.
"I think Mr.North lives here ?" "Yes, sir, he do live yere," the woman answered, in a simple tone.
"Would you wish for to see him ?" "Please ask him if he could see a gentleman on business--Mr.Marks." "But he ben't in, sir, not just now.

He"-- --she broke off and pointed up the street.

"Why, there he come, I declare!" "The tall man ?" "That be he, sir." Glazzard moved towards the person indicated, a man of perhaps thirty, with a good figure, a thin, sallow face, clean-shaven, and in rather shabby clothes.