noon
`` Go now , Bridget ; I have said all . He will be here soon : he will come ; he must come ; he has no choice ; and then -- and then -- '' she closed her eyes , bowed her head , and shivered . Arabella Crane was , as usual , right in her predictions . Before noon Jasper came , -- came , not with his jocund swagger , but with that sidelong sinister look -- of the man whom the world cuts -- triumphantly restored to its former place in his visage . Madame Caumartin had been arrested ; Poole had gone into the country with Uncle Sam ; Jasper had seen a police-officer at the door of his own lodgings . He slunk away from the fashionable thoroughfares , slunk to the recesses of Podden Place , slunk into Arabella Crane 's prim drawing-room , and said sullenly , `` All is up ; here I am ! '' Three days afterwards , in a quiet street in a quiet town of Belgium , -- wherein a sharper , striving to live by his profession , would soon become a skeleton , -- in a commodious airy apartment , looking upon a magnificent street , the reverse of noisy , Jasper Losely sat secure , innocuous , and profoundly miserable .