The place was altogether unknown to him. He had never thought whither
it had led when passing it on his way up from Piccadilly to the club.
But now he entered the mews so as to test the evidence that had been
given, and found that it brought him by a turn close up to the spot
at which he had been described as having been last seen by Erle
and Fitzgibbon. When there he went on, and crossed the street, and
looking back saw the club was lighted up. Then it struck him for the
first time that it was the night of the week on which the members
were wont to assemble. Should he pluck up courage, and walk in among
them? He had not lost his right of entry there because he had been
accused of murder. He was the same now as heretofore,--if he could
only fancy himself to be the same. Why not go in, and have done with
all this? He would be the wonder of the club for twenty minutes, and
then it would all be over. He stood close under the shade of a heavy
building as he thought of this, but he found that he could not do it.
He had known from the beginning that he could not do it.
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