Do you see any slippers?
I haven't noticed any." He opened and peeped into a cupboard in which an overcoat surmounted by a felt hat hung from a peg like an attenuated suicide; he looked in all the corners and into the sitting-room, but no slippers were to be seen.
"Our friend seems to have had surprisingly little regard for comfort," Thorndyke remarked.

"Think of spending the winter evenings in damp boots by a gas fire!" "Perhaps the opium-pipe compensated," said I; "or he may have gone to bed early." "But he did not.

The night porter used to see the light in his rooms at one o'clock in the morning.

In the sitting-room, too, you remember.

But he seems to have been in the habit of reading in bed--or perhaps smoking--for here is a candlestick with the remains of a whole dynasty of candles in it.