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THEY were nearing Greenwich now and passing the low--lying buildings of the victualling yard; a big tramp coming upriver loomed out of the darkness, and they gave her a wide berth. She passed, an overtowering mass of metal and light and rumbling noise. They were hardly clear of her before Guelder set the nose of his boat towards the shore. They passed under the stern of two anchored barges and slowly lurched up to one of the crazy green piles of the rotting wharf before he stopped his engines. A boathook, skilfully applied, drew him without effort from one staggering timber to another, until he reached in the water--lapped building a door, the lower half of which was under water.
He manoeuvred the boat till the nose pressed against the heavy portal, then he set his engine running and the little boat yawed and kicked her way forward, the door opening to admit her. They were in Guelder's boathouse and garage: in reality at high tide the far end of the garage formed a small dock.