Their roofs were a wilderness of gutters and crooked gables, of tottering chimneys and wooden pinnacles and rotting beams, Amongst these I judged Kit's lover was hiding.

Well, it was a good place for hide and seek--with any other player than DEATH.

In the ground floors of the houses there were no windows and no doors; by reason, I learned afterwards, of the frequent flooding of the river.

But a long wooden gallery raised on struts ran along the front, rather more than the height of a man from the ground, and access to this was gained by a wooden staircase at each end.

Above this first gallery was a second, and above that a line of windows set between the gables.