At last she came to one designated as being a clerk in the office of the Board of Public Construction, and his residence was 17, Rupert Square, Brixton.

She put this address down in her notebook and handed back the volume to the waiting watchman, as the editor came out with the cheque in his hand.
The shrewd and energetic dealer in coins, whose little office stands at the exit from Charing Cross Station, proved quite willing to oblige the editor of the _Evening Graphite_ with fifty sovereigns in exchange for the bit of paper, and the editor, handing to Miss Jennie the envelope containing the gold, saw her drive off for Brixton, while he turned, not to resume his game of dominoes at the cafe, but to his office, to write the leader which would express in good set terms the horror he felt at the action of the Board of Public Construction..