As I told you about her, I want you to take a look at her--she's worth seeing for more reasons than one." Appleyard allowed himself to be drawn into the embrasure.

He waited patiently and in silence--presently Allerdyke dug a finger into his ribs.
"She's coming!" he whispered.

"Now!" Appleyard looked half-carelessly across the street--the next instant he was devoutly thanking his stars that since boyhood he had sedulously trained himself to control his countenance.

He made no sign, gave no indication of previous acquaintance, as he watched Mrs.Marlow's svelt figure trip out of New Court and away up St.Swithin's Lane; his face was as calm and unemotional, his eyes as steady as ever when he turned to his employer.
"Pretty woman," he said.

"Looks a sharp 'un, too, Mr.Allerdyke.