had heard about light being seen in this room through a rent in the curtain, I went down stairs, and out into the street. A short distance beyond the house, I saw, dimly, the woman's form. She had only just passed in her movement to and fro. Glancing up at the window, which I now knew to be the one in Green's room, light through the torn curtain was plainly visible. Back into the house I went, and up to No. 11. This time I knocked imperatively; and this time made myself heard.
"What's wanted?" came from within. I knew the voice to be that of Harvey Green.
I only knocked louder. A hurried movement and the low murmur of voices was heard for some moments; then the door was unlocked and held partly open by Green, whose body so filled the narrow aperture that I could not look Into the room. Seeing me, a dark scowl fell upon his countenance.
"What d'ye want?" he inquired, sharply.
