Chapter 15

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌⁠Colwyn had rooms in the upper part of a block of buildings on Ludgate Hill, looking down on the Circus, above the rookery of passages which burrow tortuously under the railway arches to Water Lane, Printing House Square, and Blackfriars. It was a strange locality to live in, but it suited Colwyn. It was in the thick of things. From his windows, high up above the roar of the traffic, he could watch