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At that moment, Reeves, who had been holding “a watching brief,” left the Paddington Street door of the restaurant and hurried to an alley way just beside the building and unchained a bicycle which leant against the wall and began to ride it through the blackout as though riding a race. A few hundred yards down Paddington Street, left turn into Marylebone High Street, left turn at the Marylebone Road, then up the straight to York Gate and the empty bridge. Three and a half minutes ride—he had timed it before: three minutes on the bridge, and then back the way he had come—the return journey was faster than the outward one. In nine and a half minutes from the time he had left Canuto’s, he was back at the door of the restaurant.
Inside the gaily lighted place, Mr. Ross Lane had left his table and moved over to Mr. Hardwell’s, as the latter sat contemplating by himself.