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It was probably a carriage builder's or carpenter's shed; the

whole place from the entrance was black with coal dust. Here

would be the place to throw it, he thought. Not seeing anyone in

the yard, he slipped in, and at once saw near the gate a sink,

such as is often put in yards where there are many workmen or

cab-drivers; and on the hoarding above had been scribbled in

chalk the time-honoured witticism, "Standing here strictly

forbidden." This was all the better, for there would be nothing

suspicious about his going in. "Here I could throw it all in a

heap and get away!"