"Aye, well, sir, it lured the man to his death.

And now I'll show you where he died, and how easy it was for the murderer to kill him and get away unobserved." He pulled the cab up at the corner of the High Street, and turned southward towards the river, looking round at his companion with one of his sly smiles.
"I daresay that you, being a Yorkshireman, Mr.Allerdyke, know all about this old street," he remarked as they walked forward.

"I never saw it, never heard of it, until the other day, when I was sent down on this Lydenberg business, but it struck me at once.

I should think it's one of the oldest streets left in England." "It is," answered Allerdyke.

"I know it well enough, and I've seen it changed.