Polly saw that she was in a familiar thoroughfare and in front of a respectable establishment, but it was not without a little distrust that she entered by the private door and went upstairs.

A large room, so ugly and uncomfortable that it helped to reassure her, was quickly lighted.

Gammon requested the woman in attendance to bring pen, ink, and paper, whereat Polly again stared her surprise.
"Come and sit over here," said Gammon, "away from the door.

Now make yourself comfortable, old girl.

Sure you won't have anything ?" The writing materials were brought; the door was closed.
"Now we're all right.