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Yes
,
if
he
could
,
yes
!
But
he
could
n't
;
he
had
no
key
.
The
police
keys
were
not
there
;
they
were
kept
in
the
Detective
Department
.
What
was
I
to
do
then
?
Well
,
I
could
go
to
an
hotel
and
get
a
bed
!
But
I
really
could
n't
go
to
an
hotel
and
get
a
bed
;
I
had
not
money
,
I
had
been
out
--
in
a
café
...
he
knew
...
.
We
stood
a
while
on
the
Town
Hall
steps
.
He
considered
and
examined
my
personal
appearance
.
The
rain
fell
in
torrents
outside
.
"
Well
then
,
you
must
go
to
the
guard-house
and
report
yourself
as
homeless
!
"
said
he
.
Homeless
?
I
had
n't
thought
of
that
.
Yes
,
by
Jove
,
that
was
a
capital
idea
;
and
I
thanked
the
constable
on
the
spot
for
the
suggestion
.
Could
I
simply
go
in
and
say
I
was
homeless
?
"
Just
that
.
"
...
"
Your
name
?
"
inquired
the
guard
.
