It was addressed to himself, and was quite a bulky parcel.
On examination, however, its bulk was found to consist of thirty-three pieces of paper of no value wrapped one round the other.

When the last covering was torn away it reduced itself to a small slip of paper, on which was written:-- "The word, I fancy, should be 'pink'." The man once known as Gogol said nothing, but the movements of his hands and feet were like those of a man urging a horse to renewed efforts.
Through street after street, through district after district, went the prodigy of the flying elephant, calling crowds to every window, and driving the traffic left and right.

And still through all this insane publicity the three cabs toiled after it, until they came to be regarded as part of a procession, and perhaps the advertisement of a circus.

They went at such a rate that distances were shortened beyond belief, and Syme saw the Albert Hall in Kensington when he thought that he was still in Paddington.

The animal's pace was even more fast and free through the empty, aristocratic streets of South Kensington, and he finally headed towards that part of the sky-line where the enormous Wheel of Earl's Court stood up in the sky.