Chapter 19: The Writing in the Book

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​⁠It was exactly five minutes past four as Mr. Robert Audley stepped out upon the platform at Shoreditch, and waited placidly until such time as his dogs and his portmanteau should be delivered up to the attendant porter who had called his cab, and undertaken the general conduct of his affairs, with that disinterested courtesy which does such infinite credit to a class of servitors who are forbidden