He looked carefully out into the street, chose a moment when it was empty, and hurried across it.

He dived into the first dark alley that he came to, and following the wynds and byways of the town made his way quickly to his lodging.

He had the key to his door in his pocket, and he now kept it ready in his hand.
From the shelter of a corner he watched again till the road was clear; he even examined the windows of the neighbouring houses lest somewhere a pair of eyes might happen to be alert.

Then he made a run for his door, opened it without noise, and crept secretly as a thief up the stairs to his rooms, where he had the good fortune to find his servant.

Wogan had no need to sign to him to be silent.