The sun shone straight in his eyes, so that it hurt him to look out of them, and he felt his head going round--as a man in a fever is apt to feel when he comes out into the street on a bright sunny day.
When he reached the turning into _the_ street, in an agony of trepidation he looked down it...

at _the_ house...

and at once averted his eyes.
"If they question me, perhaps I'll simply tell," he thought, as he drew near the police-station.
The police-station was about a quarter of a mile off.

It had lately been moved to new rooms on the fourth floor of a new house.

He had been once for a moment in the old office but long ago.