"It wouldn't take you long.

You're welcome to see everything there is there." Wrayson called for the bill.
"Very well," he said, "we will take a hansom round there at once." They left the place a few minutes later, and drove to Battersea.
"There's a quarter to run, the landlord says, so I'm staying here," Barnes explained, as he unlocked the front door.

"I can't afford a servant or anything of that sort of course, but I shall just sleep here." The rooms had a ghostly and unkempt appearance.

The atmosphere of the sitting-room was stuffy and redolent of stale tobacco smoke.

Wrayson's first action was to throw open the window.
"There isn't a sign of a paper anywhere, except in that desk," the young man remarked.