two o'clock in the morning before
-- leaving the victims to die unhelped , and then , when the fever and the tyranny has done its work , in thy sanctimonious prudishness , drugging thy respectable conscience by a `` searching inquiry '' as to how it all happened -- lest , forsooth , there should have been `` foul play ! '' Is the knife or the bludgeon , then , the only foul play , and not the cesspool and the curse of Rabshakeh ? Go through Bermondsey or Spitalfields , St. Giles 's or Lambeth , and see if _ there _ is not foul play enough already -- to be tried hereafter at a more awful coroner 's inquest than thou thinkest of ! It must have been two o'clock in the morning before I reached my lodgings . Too much exhausted to think , I hurried to my bed . I remember now that I reeled strangely as I went up-stairs . I lay down , and was asleep in an instant .