A red glare came from an outward-bound steamer that was coaling.

The slimy pavement looked like a wet mackintosh.
He hurried on towards the left, glancing back now and then to see if he was being followed.

In about seven or eight minutes he reached a small shabby house that was wedged in between two gaunt factories.

In one of the top-windows stood a lamp.

He stopped and gave a peculiar knock.
After a little time he heard steps in the passage and the chain being unhooked.