It used to be the street of the old Hull merchants--they had their houses and warehouses all combined, with gardens at the back running down to the river Hull.

Queer old places there used to be in this street, I can tell you when I was a lad!--of late years they've pulled a lot of property down that had got what you might call thoroughly worm-eaten--oh, yes, the place isn't half as ancient or picturesque as it was even twenty years ago!" "There's plenty of the ancient about it still, for all that," observed Chettle, with a dry laugh.

"There was more than enough of it for Lydenberg the other day, at any rate.

Now, then, you remember what it said on the postcard--he was to walk down the High Street, on the left-hand side, at eleven o'clock?
Very well--down the High Street he walks, on this side which we are now--he strolls along, by these old houses, looking about him, of course, for the person he was to meet.

The few people who were about down here that morning, and who saw him, said that he was looking about from side to side.