Chapter 1. In A Fog
_ CHAPTER ONE. IN A FOG
"Ugh! what a night! And I used to grumble about Hogley Marsh! Why, it‘s like living in a drain!"
Ramillies Street, W.C., was certainly not attractive at twelve o‘clock on that December night, for it had been snowing in the early part of the evening； that snow was suffering from a fall of blacks: and as evil communications corrupt good manners, the evil communication of the London soot was corrupting the good manners of the heavenly snow, which had become smirched by the town‘s embrace, and was sorrowfully weeping itself away in tears beneath a sky--
No, there was not any sky. For four days there had not been a breath of air to dissipate the heavy mist, and into this mist the smoke of a million chimneys had rolled, mingled, and settled down in the streets in one horrible yellowish-black mirk.
There were gas lamps in Ramillies Street--here and there distinguishing themselves by a faint glow overhead； but John Whyley, policeman

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