Secretary lived. It was getting late, but he was
evidently not in a hurry, and seemed to enjoy the coolness of the
air, for presently he turned and walked past the entrance again. He
took out his watch--it was a quarter to eleven o'clock--and he cursed
Mr. Secretary and the beer-shops which had probably detained him. A
constable came by, but never showed himself in the least degree
inquisitive; although it was odd that anybody should select Carter's
Rents for a stroll. Presently Mr. Secretary came in sight, a trifle,
but not much, the worse for liquor. It was odd, also, that he took
no notice of the blue cloak and cigar, but went straight to his own
lodging. The other, after a few moments followed; and it was a third
time odd that he should find the door unbolted and go upstairs. All
this, we say, would have been strange to a spectator, but it was not
so to these three persons. Presently the one first named found
himself in Mr. Secretary's somewhat squalid room. He then stood
disclosed as the assistant whom the Secretary had first seen at
Whitehall sitting in the Commissioner's Office. This was not the
second nor third interview which had taken place since then.
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