Then come with me," said the man.
He led us quickly across the street to another cab and opened the door. We went inside. The man closed the door and jumped up onto the driver's seat of the cab. The horse moved off quickly. We passed through so many streets that i was 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 Indian 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 street 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."