…figure; he was too straight-limbed and square-shouldered for the working- man, too coarse-skinned and heavy-moulded for any possible specimen of the middle classes.Taking the vacant seat at his side, I offered him some tobacco — for, though a rigid non-smoker myself, I invariably carry a few ounces of the highly treasured weed with me on my nocturnal wanderings, as also a neat little pocket revolver in case of blackmailers and other undesirables — and soon had the gratification of hearing him unburden himself. “I can work if I want to,” he admitted with the utmost candour; every strong man can. To say the unskilled labourer can’t get a job is all bosh! There are a dozen and one jobs of a sort always open to him, only he prefers to live on his wife and children, and — loaf. No, I’m not that sort. That’s not on my programme. I’m…

…to a dream that occurred to him when he had sunk as low as any man could sink.”I had squandered two entire fortunes in drink, he said,” and, from living in a house of my own in Cadogan Gardens, was reduced to a garret in the South Lambeth Road. Not being brought up to any profession or trade, and having a serious physical defect, I could obtain no regular employment, but had to look out for odd jobs, such, for example, as carrying bags, opening carriage doors, and cleaning the brass work and windows of public, houses; and all the money I received I spent in drink. My wife had very rightly and wisely obtained a divorce from me. I was dead to all sense of decency and shame, and God alone knows in what act of outrageous devilry my wickedness might not have culminated, had it not been for…