It is somewhere hereabout, but where, I don't know." "You are in Geneva Square," said Denzil, trying to sharpen the dulled wits of the man.
"I wish I was in No.

13 of it," sighed the stranger.

"Where the deuce is No.

13?
Not in this Cloudcuckooland, anyhow." "Oh!" cried Lucian, taking the man's arm.

"Come with me.