Then I took the first side street, and went up a left-hand turning which led past a bit of vacant ground.

There was no one in the little street, so I dropped the milk-cans inside the hoarding and sent the cap and overall after them.

I had only just put on my cloth cap when a postman came round the corner.

I gave him good morning and he answered me unsuspiciously.

At the moment the clock of a neighbouring church struck the hour of seven.
There was not a second to spare.