The people hove to and looked at me, as I rushed through the streets like a madman, until I came to the spot where the lodgin'-house stood on West Street.
But, Lord love ye, there wasn't no sech lodgin'-house there, but a great new brick shop.
"I made bold to go in an' ask arter the old place, but nobody knowed nothin' about it, save as it had been torn down two years or more.

I was adrift now, for I had reckoned all them days and nights on gittin' word of Kitty from Dan Shackford, the man as kept the lodgin'.
"As I stood there with all the wind knocked out of my sails, the idee of runnin' alongside the perlice-station popped into my head.

The perlice was likely to know the latitude of a man like Dan Shackford, who wasn't over an' above respecktible.

They did know--he had died in the Tombs jail that day twelvemonth.

A coincydunce, wasn't it?
I was ready to drop when they told me this; howsomever, I bore up an' give the chief a notion of the fix I was in.