They drove to Old Jewry Chambers.

Throughout the journey Lord Polperro kept up a constant babbling, which he meant for impressive talk; much of it was inaudible to his companion, from the noise of the cab, and the sentences that could be distinguished were mere repetitions of what he had said before leaving home--that he felt it absolutely necessary to see Cuthbertson, and that he could not understand Greenacre's silence.

They reached the solicitor's office at about half-past five.

Lord Polperro entered only to return with a face of disappointment.
"He has gone.

No one there but a clerk--no use." "Couldn't you find him at his private address ?" asked Gammon.
"Private address?
to be sure! I'll go in again and ask for it." Mr.Cuthbertson lived at Streatham.
"I tell you what," said Lord Polperro, whose mind seemed to be invigorated by his activity, "we'll go to Streatham, but first of all we must have something to eat.