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`` This remains for a future examination , '' was Jack 's rapid conclusion . `` The picture was procured here within three months , and the shop looks like a permanent one . '' A glance at a Directory , in a drug-store , proved that the Emporium had been there for a year , certainly . It was four o'clock when the lawyer resolutely rang , the bell at No. 192 Layte Street . He had consumed an hour in scanning the quiet exterior of the stately old mansion . The ignoble use of the parlor frontage as a modiste 's shop , attracted him as he vainly waited for a reply to his repeated ringing . All that he could gain from a pert shop-girl was the news that the house was shut up , and that no one lived there .