When he had done he went back to his
lodging. When I had done I went back to mine. He was overcome
with drowsiness early in the evening, and went to bed. As soon as
I heard him snoring, I was overcome with drowsiness and went to
bed also.
Early in the morning my two subordinates came to make their
report.
They had seen the man named "Jack" leave the woman at the gate of
an apparently respectable villa residence not far from the
Regent's Park. Left to himself, he took a turning to the right,
which led to a sort of suburban street, principally inhabited by
shopkeepers. He stopped at the private door of one of the houses,
and let himself in with his own key--looking about him as he
opened the door, and staring suspiciously at my men as they
lounged along on the opposite side of the way. These were all the
particulars which the subordinates had to communicate. I kept
them in my room to attend on me, if needful, and mounted to my
peep-hole to have a look at Mr. Jay.
He was occupied in dressing himself, and was taking extraordinary
pains to destroy all traces of the natural slovenliness of his
appearance. This was precisely what I expected. A vagabond like
Mr. Jay knows the importance of giving himself a respectable look
when he is going to run the risk of changing a stolen bank-note.
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