Yet he was not seen till he struck Garden Street, a good quarter of a mile from his usual resorts." Here, Sweetwater glanced up at the corner gas-lamp beneath which he stood, and seeing that he was in Garden Street, tried to locate himself in the exact spot where this young man had first been seen on the notable morning in question.

Then he looked carefully about him.

Nothing in the street or its immediate neighbourhood suggested the low and secret den he was in search of.
"I shall have to make use of the list," he decided, and asked the first passer-by the way to Hubbell's Alley.
It was a mile off.

"That settles it," muttered Sweetwater.

"Besides, I doubt if he would go into an _alley_.