Deane, Adams and Deane! That night I left this case in my room, locked, and the key in my waistcoat pocket; in the right-hand side-pocket of my overcoat I carried my Deane and Adams, loaded in every chamber; also my right hand, as innocently as you could wish.

And just that night I was not followed! I walked across Regent's Park, and I dawdled on Primrose Hill, without the least result.

Down I turned into the Avenue Road, and presently was strolling between green fields towards Finchley.

The moon was up, but nicely shaded by a thin coating of clouds which extended across the sky: it was an ideal night for it.

It was also my last night in town, and I did want to give the beggars their last chance.