I came to think that at the end Paradise, and not a second-rate hotel, was waiting.

One may still take that ride, I fancy.

Some day--some day-- I dined in Soho.

I came back to Adelphi Terrace in the hot, reeking August dusk, reflecting that the mystery in which I was involved was, after a fashion, standing still.

In front of our house I noticed a taxi waiting.