When we were down on the other side, Young File suggested that the safest course for us was to separate, and for each to take his own way.

We shook hands and parted.

He went southward, toward London, and I went westward, toward the sea-coast, with Doctor Dulcifer's precious writing-desk safe under my arm.
* The "Bow Street runners" of those days were the predecessors of the detective police of the present time..