Laverick, though his nerves were of the strongest, felt his head swim as he looked.

He rose to his feet and walked to the opening of the passage, gasping.

The street was no longer empty.
About thirty yards away, looking westwards, a man was standing in the middle of the road.

The light from the lamp-post escaped his face.

Laverick could only see that he was slim, of medium height, dressed in dark clothes, with his hands in the pockets of his overcoat.