“He was there too.  He must ’a started off and got there afore me, for when I rung of the bell he kem an’ opened the door ‘isself an’ ’elped me carry the boxes into the ’all.”

“The whole nine?” I asked.

“Yus, there was five in the first load an’ four in the second.  It was main dry work, an’ I don’t so well remember ’ow I got ’ome.”

I interrupted him, “Were the boxes left in the hall?”

“Yus, it was a big ‘all, an’ there was nothin’ else in it.”

I made one more attempt to further matters.  “You didn’t have any key?”

“Never used no key nor nothink.  The old gent, he opened the door ‘isself an’ shut it again when I druv off.  I don’t remember the last time, but that was the beer.”

“And you can’t remember the number of the house?”

“No, sir.  But ye needn’t have no difficulty about that.  It’s a ’igh ‘un with a stone front with a bow on it, an’ ’igh steps up to the door.  I know them steps, ‘avin’ ’ad to carry the boxes up with three loafers what come round to earn a copper.  The old gent give them shillin’s, an’ they seein’ they got so much, they wanted more.  But ’e took one of them by the shoulder and was like to throw ’im down the steps, till the lot of them went away cussin’.”

I thought that with this description I could find the house, so having paid my friend for his information, I started off for Piccadilly.  I had gained a new painful experience.  The Count could, it was evident, handle the earth boxes himself.  If so, time was precious, for now that he had achieved a certain amount of distribution, he could, by choosing his own time, complete the task unobserved.  At Piccadilly Circus I discharged my cab, and walked westward.  Beyond the Junior Constitutional I came across the house described and was satisfied that this was the next of the lairs arranged by Dracula.  The house looked as though it had been long untenanted.  The windows were encrusted with dust, and the shutters were up.  All the framework was black with time, and from the iron the paint had mostly scaled away.  It was evident that up to lately there had been a large notice board in front of the balcony.  It had, however, been roughly torn away, the uprights which had supported it still remaining.  Behind the rails of the balcony I saw there were some loose boards, whose raw edges looked white.  I would have given a good deal to have been able to see the notice board intact, as it would, perhaps, have given some clue to the ownership of the house.  I remembered my experience of the investigation and purchase of Carfax, and I could not but feel that if I could find the former owner there might be some means discovered of gaining access to the house.