18/23 He turned as he set down his glass, and caught sight of me--and he knew me. Mind you, he'd been through my hands in times past! And he instantly moved to a side-door and--vanished. I went out and looked up and down--he'd gone. I found out afterwards, by a little quiet inquiry, that he'd gone straight to the station, boarded the first train--there was one just giving out, to the junction--and left the city. But I can lay hands on him!" "You've kept this quiet, too ?" asked Bryce. |