"I will be hack soon, Mrs.
Bunce, and you need fear nothing. But recollect how little I have
had of liberty lately. I have not even had a walk for six weeks.
You cannot wonder that I should wish to roam about a little."
Nevertheless she would have preferred that he should not have gone
out all alone on that night.
He had taken off the black morning coat which he had worn during the
trial, and had put on that very grey garment by which it had been
sought to identify him with the murderer. So clad he crossed Regent
Street into Hanover Square, and from thence went a short way down
Bond Street, and by Bruton Street into Berkeley Square. He took
exactly the reverse of the route by which he had returned home from
the club on the night of the murder. Every now and then he trembled
as he passed some figure which might be that of a man who would
recognise him. But he walked fast, and went on till he came to
the spot at which the steps descend from the street into the
passage,--the very spot at which the murder had been committed.
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