Yet I began to see the foolishness of thinking that we could elude the police should they set out to seek seriously for us, since, apart from changing our names, we were making no effort at disguising ourselves.
The day after our arrival, Hawkins slept late and I slipped out about ten o'clock and wandering aimlessly came to Barristers' Hall, where twenty years before old Tuckerman Toddleham had his office.
The day was warm and humid, like that upon which so long ago I had visited the old lawyer when a student at Harvard and had received from him my sentence.

Even as then, some birds were twittering around the stone window-ledges.

An impulse that at the moment was beyond my control led me up the narrow, dingy stairs to the landing where the lawyer's office had been.

A green-baize door, likely enough the same one, still hung there--where the lawyer's office had been.

Naught about the room was altered.