CHAPTER XX.
The next day.—On the door-mat.—On the sofa.—On her
belly.—Eight hours fucking.—At a brothel.—An afternoon's
amusement.
Instead of being late I went home about two P.M., just after luncheon time. "Is Mary alone, or not?" I thought, and had arranged for that. I waited in a cab, told a boy to take a letter to No.—but not to give it unless the lady was at home; if she were not, to bring it back to me, and he should have a shilling when he returned to me. If asked, he was to say he had been told to leave it, but not to say by whom. The letter was properly addressed, but inside was a sheet of blank paper only. Back he came with the letter,—the lady was out.
Even then I was not sure, so drove up and down two or three times in front of my house, to see if I could discover any sign
