We passed through so many streets that I was very soon lost.
At last we stopped. we were outside a house in a dark quiet street. We knocked at the door. It was opened immediately by an indian servant. The lndian was wearing a bright yellow turban on his head. He had white clothes and a yellow belt. It was very strange to see such brightly coloured clothes in this quiet steet in London.
'My master is waiting for you, said the servant.
As he spoke, we heard a man's voice.
'Bring them in to me, the voice called. Bring them straight in to me