Then a step sounded behind him. He moved aside and saw a
man m a heavy fur-lined overcoat, with a muffler loose about his
neck; a thin, unhealthy-looking man, with sharp eyes, rather
bloodshot, which turned timidly this way and that, and a
high-bridged nose. As soon as he caught sight of the face Gammon
drew himself up, every muscle strung. The man observed him, looked
again more furtively, stepped past to the door.
It took Gammon but a moment to dart into the clerk's room and
ascertain that the person who had just gone out was Lord Polperro. A
moment more and he was out in the street. The heavy-coated and
mufflered man was walking quickly southward; he waved his umbrella
to a passing cab, which, however, did not pull up. Gammon followed
for thirty yards. Again the man hailed a cab, and this time
successfully. Just as he was about to step into the vehicle Gammon
stood beside him.
"How do you do, Mr. Clover?"
CHAPTER XVII
POLLY SHOWS WEAKNESS
It was spoken with quiet confidence. Gammon smiled as he looked
steadily into the pale, thin face, which at once grew mottled with a
disturbance of the blood.
Pages:
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206