It was the same pale, red-haired boy he had noticed twice before at the hotel.

In his alert, calculating mind there was no coincidence in this meeting.

Before he had taken six more steps Mershone realized the exact situation.
At the next crossing he stopped and waited patiently for a car.

Up the street he still saw the youth profoundly interested in drugs--a class of merchandise that seldom calls for such close inspection.

The car arrived and carried Mershone away.