with
suspicion.
About
half-past
nine,
there
being no
more wine,
he got up,
put a
piece of
gold on
the table,
and went
out
without
waiting
for his
change. In
the
streets,
the lamps
were
lighted,
but
daylight
was not
quite
gone. He
walked
unsteadily,
toward
Piccadilly.
A girl of
the town
passed and
looked up
at him.
Staring
hard, he
hooked his
arm in
hers
without a
word; it
steadied
him, and
they
walked on
thus
