It might have been seven o’clock in

It might have been seven o’clock in the evening, and it wasgrowing dark in the narrow streets near Golden Square, whenMr Kenwigs sent out for a pair of the cheapest white kidgloves—those at fourteen-pence—and selecting the strongest,which happened to be the right-hand one, walked downstairs withan air of pomp and much excitement, and proceeded to muffle theknob of the street-door knocker therein. Having executed this taskwith great nicety, Mr Kenwigs pulled the door to, after him, andjust stepped across the road to try the effect from the opposite sideof the street. Satisfied that nothing could possibly look better in itsway, Mr Kenwigs then stepped back again, and calling throughthe keyhole to Morleena to open the door, vanished into the house,and was seen no longer.