"If you ever meet him, mention my name: but first of all tell your master I shall expect him at five o'clock to-morrow morning." He wished me good night and shuffled away down the alley, still laughing at his joke.
At five o'clock next morning, or a little before, Mr.Trapp and I started for the house.

The Barbican had not yet awaked to business.
Its frowzy blinds were down, and out on the Pool nothing moved but a fishing-boat sweeping in upon the first of the flood.
At the entrance of Southside Street, however, we almost overtook a soldier walking towards the town.

He walked slowly and with a very slight limp, but seemed to quicken his pace a little, and kept ahead of us.

The barracks being full just then, many soldiers had their billets about the town, and that one should be abroad at such an hour was nothing suspicious: yet my eyes were still following him when Mr.
Trapp halted and knocked at the Jew's door.

At the sound, I saw the man start and hesitate for an instant in his stride: and in that instant, though he held on his pace and was lost to sight around the street-corner, I recognised him and understood the limp.