His brain seemed on fire, and he ran so quickly that his feet appeared scarcely to touch the ground.

A few seconds brought him to London Bridge.

He crossed it, and turning down the street on the left, had nearly reached the house to which he had been directed, when his career was suddenly checked.

The gate of the court-yard was opened, and two men, evidently, from their apparel, buriers of the dead, issued from it.
They carried a long narrow board between them, with a body wrapped in a white sheet placed upon it.

A freezing horror rooted Leonard to the spot where he stood.