The cravat now really became, to my mind, the clew that I thought I saw in my dream--the clew that I was resolved to follow.

I determined to go to Mrs.Horlick this evening on my return from work.
I found the Mews easily.

A crook-backed dwarf of a man was lounging at the corner of it smoking his pipe.

Not liking his looks, I did not inquire of him where Mrs.Horlick lived, but went down the Mews till I met with a woman, and asked her.

She directed me to the right number.
I knocked at the door, and Mrs.Horlick herself--a lean, ill-tempered, miserable-looking woman--answered it.