"But I am coming with you." And he flung an old cape or cloak round him, and took a sword-stick from the corner.
"You!" said Rupert, with some surprise, "you scarcely ever leave your hole to look at anything on the face of the earth." Basil fitted on a formidable old white hat.
"I scarcely ever," he said, with an unconscious and colossal arrogance, "hear of anything on the face of the earth that I do not understand at once, without going to see it." And he led the way out into the purple night.
We four swung along the flaring Lambeth streets, across Westminster Bridge, and along the Embankment in the direction of that part of Fleet Street which contained Tanner's Court.

The erect, black figure of Major Brown, seen from behind, was a quaint contrast to the hound-like stoop and flapping mantle of young Rupert Grant, who adopted, with childlike delight, all the dramatic poses of the detective of fiction.

The finest among his many fine qualities was his boyish appetite for the colour and poetry of London.

Basil, who walked behind, with his face turned blindly to the stars, had the look of a somnambulist.
Rupert paused at the corner of Tanner's Court, with a quiver of delight at danger, and gripped Basil's revolver in his great-coat pocket.
"Shall we go in now ?" he asked.
"Not get police ?" asked Major Brown, glancing sharply up and down the street.
"I am not sure," answered Rupert, knitting his brows.

"Of course, it's quite clear, the thing's all crooked.