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-- alone . Hogarth walked a little , entered a cab ; Harris , in another , shadowed him . Down Piccadilly , the Hammersmith Road , into the Addison : Hogarth alighted ; Harris followed . Now , at this time Hogarth had a spy , who presented him reports of the doings of Rebekah Frankl -- a species of literature which the Regent found agreeable ; and , as for two days Rebekah had , for some reason , been at a villa of Addison Road , this escapade of the Lord Regent was motived by his hope of catching there some glimpse of her , the house being small , he having seized his first chance of secret escape from state-affairs near midnight : and behind him , like the shadow of death , stole the assassin . Hogarth , going soft up to the house , leaned aside from the frontage steps to peer ; but Venetian blinds barred him from the least sight of the interior , though he could hear sounds , strange sounds , as of wailing ; and , as the villa was in the midst of quite a spacious ground , well grown with trees and shrubberies , he stole round to the back , peered into an open door level with the garden , and within saw a doorway of twilight in the midst of darkness ; had hoped to see a servant , who might talk gossip , or even contrive him sight of the Sacred Body ; had ready bribe in hand : but nobody there . So , after some hesitation , he entered ; and Harris , just then come to the house-corner on tiptoe , discerned him go in , ran on hot bricks to the door , and now distinctly saw Hogarth , who had passed through a kitchen , standing on three wooden steps before a doorway which framed a faint light in the room beyond . On which a shivering of eagerness , quick as winking sheet-lightning , shook Harris ' right knee .