The ChaserJohn CollierAlan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street , and peered about for a long time on the dim landing before he found the name he wanted written obscurely on one of the doors.He pushed open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contained no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking-chair, and an ordinary chair.
