I asked him if he could tell me the number of the house in Piccadilly, to which he replied, "Well, guv'nor, I forgits the number, but it was only a few door from a big white church, or somethink of the kind, not long built.
"How did you get into the house in Piccadilly?" I asked.
The decision at which Bill had arrived with such dramatic suddenness in the middle of Piccadilly
was the same at which some centuries earlier Columbus had arrived in the privacy of his home.
The seat Audrey had bought for him at the Piccadilly Theatre proved to be in the centre of the sixth row of stalls--practically a death-trap.
He started to walk along Piccadilly, and had reached Hyde Park Corner before he recollected that he had an engagement to take supper with Mr Prosser at the Savoy Hotel.
And we followed the detective into another entrance on the same side as that from which we had emerged, the left-hand side on one's way to Piccadilly
; quite openly we followed him, and at the foot of the stairs met one of the porters of the place.
The arch and the Achilles statue were up since he had last been in Piccadilly
; a hundred changes had occurred which his eye and mind vaguely noted.
Then good-bye and good-bye, and charming occasion worthy of the Golden Age, and more about the flitch of bacon, and the like of that; and Twemlow goes staggering across Piccadilly
with his hand to his forehead, and is nearly run down by a flushed lettercart, and at last drops safe in his easy-chair, innocent good gentleman, with his hand to his forehead still, and his head in a whirl.
He did not go far; Master Will Jobson, dwelling in Piccadilly
, listened to his propositions, comprehended his wishes, and promised to make him a safety lock that should relieve him from all future fear.
Appearances are everything, so far as human opinion goes, and the man who will walk down Piccadilly
arm in arm with the most notorious scamp in London, provided he is a well-dressed one, will slink up a back street to say a couple of words to a seedy-looking gentleman.
One sad-eyed woman stumbled against him as he walked slowly up Piccadilly
. He lifted his hat with an involuntary gesture, and her laugh changed into a sob.
Three men were together in a large and handsomely furnished sitting room of the Clarence Hotel, in Piccadilly
. One, pale, quiet, and unobtrusive, dressed in sober black, the typical lawyer's clerk, was busy gathering up a collection of papers and documents from the table, over which they had been strewn.