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THE OTHER MAN.
It was close on five o'clock when Glassdale, leaving Folliot at his garden door, turned the corner into the quietness of the Precincts.

He walked about there a while, staring at the queer old houses with eyes which saw neither fantastic gables nor twisted chimneys.

Glassdale was thinking.

And the result of his reflections was that he suddenly exchanged his idle sauntering for brisker steps and walked sharply round to the police-station, where he asked to see Mitchington.
Mitchington and the detective were just about to walk down to the railway-station to meet Ransford, in accordance with his telegram.