Here we were, with but little daylight before us, and that on Saturday afternoon, the eve of the famous Scottish Sabbath, adrift in the New Town of Edinburgh, and overladen with baggage.

We carried it ourselves.

I would not take a cab, nor so much as hire a porter, who might afterwards serve as a link between my lodgings and the mail, and connect me again with the claret-coloured chaise and Aylesbury.

For I was resolved to break the chain of evidence for good, and to begin life afresh (so far as regards caution) with a new character.

The first step was to find lodgings, and to find them quickly.