As soon as I heard him snoring, I was overcome with drowsiness and went to bed also.
Early in the morning my two subordinates came to make their report.
They had seen the man named "Jack" leave the woman at the gate of an apparently respectable villa residence not far from the Regent's Park.
Left to himself, he took a turning to the right, which led to a sort of suburban street, principally inhabited by shopkeepers.

He stopped at the private door of one of the houses, and let himself in with his own key--looking about him as he opened the door, and staring suspiciously at my men as they lounged along on the opposite side of the way.

These were all the particulars which the subordinates had to communicate.
I kept them in my room to attend on me, if needful, and mounted to my peep-hole to have a look at Mr.Jay.
He was occupied in dressing himself, and was taking extraordinary pains to destroy all traces of the natural slovenliness of his appearance.
This was precisely what I expected.

A vagabond like Mr.Jay knows the importance of giving himself a respectable look when he is going to run the risk of changing a stolen bank-note.

At five minutes past ten o'clock he had given the last brush to his shabby hat and the last scouring with bread-crumb to his dirty gloves.