We ran out into Victoria Street, and there we could see it half-way down the street and going like a chariot race.

We managed to pick up another hansom and told the cabby to keep the other one in sight, and away we went like the very deuce; along Victoria Street and Broad Sanctuary, across Parliament Square, over Westminster Bridge and along York Road; we kept the other beggar in sight, but we couldn't gain an inch on him.

Then we turned into Waterloo Station, and, as we were driving up the slope we met another hansom coming down; and when the cabby kissed his hand and smiled at us, we guessed that he was the sportsman we had been following.
"But there was no time to ask questions.

It is an awkward station with a lot of different exits, and it looked a good deal as if our quarry had got away.

However, I took a chance.