Seven o’clock
The messenger -LRB- not the man who followed me in the street , but another spy sent to look at me , beyond all doubt -RRB- would have declared he knew nothing about it , if I had spoken to him . The milliner would tell me to my face , if I went to her , that I had given her my address . The one useful thing to do now is to set my wits to work in the interests of my own security , and to step out of the false position in which my own rashness has placed me -- if I can . '' `` Seven o'clock . -- My spirits have risen again . I believe I am in a fair way of extricating myself already . `` I have just come back from a long round in a cab .