"Goodnight, officer," I heard him say to the policeman, and he asked him for a match.

The policeman supplied the match, and the other man lighted a cigarette, and proceeded further down the lane.

By cricking your neck from my window, Mr Babylon, you can get a glimpse of the Embankment and the river.

I saw the man cross the Embankment, and lean over the river wall, where he seemed to be talking to some one.

He then walked along the Embankment to Westminster and that was the last I saw of him.