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We scaled the wall easily by the help of the ladder. When we were down on the
other side, Young File suggested that the safest course for us was to separate,
and for each to take his own way. We shook hands and parted. He went
southward, toward London, and I went westward, toward the sea-coast, with
Doctor Dulcifer's precious writing-desk safe under my arm.
---- * The "Bow Street runners" of those days were the predecessors of the
detective police of the present time.