It stood at the corner of the street.

Thick hangings hung across the openings for the windows, and prevented even a ray of light from finding its way out.
Listening attentively Malchus could hear a low hum of voices within.

As there were still people about he moved away for half an hour.
On his return the street was deserted.

Malchus put his hand through a window opening into the side street and felt that the hanging was composed of rushes tightly plaited together.

With the point of his dagger he very cautiously cut a slit in this, and applying his eye to it was able to obtain a glimpse of the apartment within.