To our astonishment, there was a crowd before the door, and a policeman with his back to it was guarding the entrance.

The blinds were all drawn down.

The image of the pale lonely woman, sitting by her little fire, whom I had disturbed the day before, came suddenly back to me with a strange qualm.
"What is it ?" I hurriedly asked a baker's boy, who was standing at an area railing, rubbing his chin against the loaf he was waiting to deliver.

The boy grinned.
"It's murder!" he said, with relish.

"Burgilars in the night.