ROBBING THE DEAD The roar of the day was long since over.

The rattle of vehicles, the tinkling of hansom bells, the tooting of horns from motor-cars and cabs, the ceaseless tramp of footsteps, all had died away.
Outside, the streets were almost deserted.

An occasional wayfarer passed along the flagged pavement with speedy footsteps.

Here and there a few lights glimmered at the windows of some of the larger blocks of offices.

The bustle of the day was finished.