As he studied the situation he kept moving to avoid observation, and presently, at a moment when he was quite alone in the street, walked rapidly to the house Chauvenet had entered.
Gentlemen in search of adventures do well to avoid the continental wall.
Mr.Armitage brushed the glass from the top with his hat.

It jingled softly within under cover of the rain-drip.

The plaster had crumbled from the bricks in spots, giving a foot its opportunity, and Mr.Armitage drew himself to the top and dropped within.

The front door and windows stared at him blankly, and he committed his fortunes to the bricked passageway.
The rain was now coming down in earnest, and at the rear of the house water had begun to drip noisily into an iron spout.

The electric lights from neighboring streets made a kind of twilight even in the darkened court, and Armitage threaded his way among a network of clothes-lines to the rear wall and viewed the premises.