The House in Kennedy Court
Somewhere at the back of the Holborn Restaurant—out of one of those queer streets that seem off the map of London—there is a paved court. Tumbledown dwellings surround it, swarming with humanity, and when you enter through the archway you feel you might be in Montmartre. At the top of the court there is a wooden door with a latch. Lift the latch and you will find yourself in a world of which the ordinary well-fed man or woman has no knowledge.
It is the kitchen of the L.C.C. -inspected lodging house in Kennedy Court.