was fitted to the recesses of the room, and, moreover, a heavy sideboard stood upon it.
"However, there were twelve chairs in the room, and it was with no little pleasure I found on the back of each an antimacassar. Twelve antimacassars would go a long way towards covering me, and that was something.
I did my best with the antimacassars, but on reflection I came to the conclusion that they would not help me very much. They certainly covered me, but a gentleman walking through South Kensington at 3 a.m. dressed in nothing whatever but antimacassars, with the snow two feet deep on the ground, would be sure to attract attention. I might pretend that I was doing it for a wager, but who would believe me?
I grew very cold.
I looked out of window, and presently saw the bull's-eye of a policeman who was wearily plodding through the snow. I felt that my only course was to surrender to him.
"Policeman," said I, from the window, "one word."
"Anything wrong, sir?" said he.
"I have been committing a burglary in this house, and shall feel deeply obliged to you if you will kindly take me into custody."
"Nonsense, sir," said he; "you'd better go to bed."
"There is nothing I should like better, but I live in Lincoln's Inn, and I have nothing on but antimacassars; I am almost frozen. Pray take me into custody."
"The street door's open," said he.
