nine o'clock at night
suggested the lad . `` In that case you must stick to your post till nightfall , and pick up all the information you can about my unfortunate nephew from the hangers-on of the hotel , '' said I. `` I suppose you know some one at the Black Swan ? '' The boy informed me , in his untutored language , that he knew `` a ` most all of 'em , '' and thereupon departed . At nine o'clock at night he again appeared before me , big with the importance of his day 's work . He had seen my nephew issue forth from the Black Swan within an hour of leaving my presence , and had followed him , first to Mr. William Judson 's in Ferrygate , where he waited and hung about nearly an hour , keeping himself well out of view round the corner of Chalkin Street , a turning close to Mr. Judson 's house . After leaving this gentleman 's house , my renegade nephew had proceeded -- carrying a letter in his hand , and walking as if in very good spirits -LRB- but that fellow Hawkehurst would walk to the gallows in good spirits -RRB- -- to the Lancaster Road , where he was admitted into Lochiel Villa , a house belonging , as my Mercury ascertained from a passing baker 's boy , to Miss Judson , sister of the William Judson of Ferrygate . You will perceive that this town appears to teem with the Judson family .