The man has sunk low, but hardly so low as that.

What's the next address I have?
Cuthbert Road.
Where's that ?" Espying a policeman eyeing him with more or less curiosity from the other side of the street, he crossed over and requested to be directed to Cuthbert Road.
"Cuthbert Road! That's where the markets are.

They're closed at this time of night," was the somewhat suspicious reply.
Evidently the location was not a savoury one.
"Are there nothing but markets there ?" inquired Sweetwater, innocently.
It was his present desire not to be recognised as a detective even by the men on beat.

"I'm looking up a friend.

He keeps a grocery or some kind of small hotel.