But he had left them; he was no longer there; he had not been there for six weeks; the landlady did not know his address, or would not give it.

Then James felt sick and dizzy, and would have sat down on the doorstep and cried but for the look of the thing.

Besides, he remembered the unprotected shop.

So he turned away sadly and walked back, well understanding now that he had fallen like a tool into a trap, artfully set to fasten suspicion and guilt upon himself.
When he returned he found the place full of people.

Mr.Emblem was sitting in his customary place, and he was smiling.