But you can&rsquo;t do it, you know,&rdquo; friends said, to whom I applied for assistance in the matter of sinking myself down into the East End of London. &ldquo;You had better see the police for a guide,&rdquo; they added, on second thought, painfully endeavouring to adjust themselves to the psychological processes of a madman who had come to them with better credentials than brains.<br />&ldquo;But I don&rsquo;t want to see the police,&rdquo; I protested. &ldquo;What I wish to do is to go down into the East End and see things for myself. I wish to know how those people are living there, and why they are living there, and what they are living for. In short, I am going to live there myself.