Here was a deserted fenced-off place where rubbish of different sorts was lying.

At the end of the court, the corner of a low, smutty, stone shed, apparently part of some workshop, peeped from behind the hoarding.

It was probably a carriage builder's or carpenter's shed; the whole place from the entrance was black with coal dust.

Here would be the place to throw it, he thought.

Not seeing anyone in the yard, he slipped in, and at once saw near the gate a sink, such as is often put in yards where there are many workmen or cab-drivers; and on the hoarding above had been scribbled in chalk the time-honoured witticism, "Standing here strictly forbidden." This was all the better, for there would be nothing suspicious about his going in.