Austin's flat, as you know, is just below here, on the Albert Road." Wrayson stopped smoking.

The cigarette burned unheeded between his fingers.

His eyes were fixed upon his visitor.
"Go on," he said.
"We played five rubbers," Heneage continued, still looking into the fire; "it may have been six.

I left somewhere in the small hours of the morning, and walked along the Albert Road on the unlit side of the street.

As I passed the corner here, I saw a hansom waiting before your door, and you--with somebody else, standing on the pavement." "Anything else ?" Wrayson demanded.
"No!" Heneage answered.