"I know I did! So I got up to look around.

Then--well, I saw that!" He raised a hand, pointing down the lane.

The three men followed his outstretched finger.

And Spargo then saw a man's foot, booted, grey-socked, protruding from an entry on the left hand.
"Sticking out there, just as you see it now," said the porter.

"I ain't touched it.