The yelling and screeching behind them continued as long as they were in the Court, but it drew no attention from the neighbours, who were far too accustomed to this kind of thing to heed it.
In the last house they had to enter they came upon a man asleep on a bare bedstead.

It was difficult to wake him.

When at length he was aroused, he glared at them for a moment with one blood-shot eye (the other was sightless), looking much like a wild beast which doubts whether to spring or to shrink back.
"Rent, Slimy," said Mr.Woodstock with more of good humour than usual.
The man pointed to the mantelpiece, where the pieces of money were found to be lying.

Waymark looked round the room.

Besides the bedstead, a table was the only article of furniture, and on it stood a dirty jug and a glass.