He rushed up the stairs at speed and threw open the door of the little room.

It was empty.
There was no word to show what his brother had done, whither he had gone, when he would return.

Around the lodgings in Bradwell Street lay a great and unknown London, with its own secrets, its own hatreds, its own crimes.

A strange feeling of on-coming ill seized upon the heart of Law, as he stood in the center of the dull little room, now suddenly grown hateful to him.

He dashed his hand upon the table, and stood so, scarce knowing which way to turn.