“Look round here, Lawyer Lightwood, at them red curtains. It’s the Fellowships, the ’ouse as I told you wouldn’t run away. And has it run away?”

Not showing himself much impressed by this remarkable confirmation of the informer’s evidence, Lightwood inquired what other business they had there?

“I wished you to see the Fellowships for yourself, Lawyer Lightwood, that you might judge whether I’m a liar; and now I’ll see Gaffer’s window for myself, that we may know whether he’s at home.”

With that, he crept away.

“He’ll come back, I suppose?” murmured Lightwood.

“Ay! and go through with it,” murmured Eugene.

He came back after a very short interval indeed.