It was strange how Miss Pigchalke and her vigorous, unpleasant personality haunted him.

But he had found in his passbook only this morning that she had already cashed his last cheque for fifty pounds.

Surely she couldn't, in decency, go on with this half-insane kind of persecution if she accepted what was, after all, his free and generous gift every six months?
* * * * * The train came steaming in, and only three passengers got out.

But among them was the man for whom Varick was waiting.

And, at the sight of the lithe, alert figure of Dr.Panton, and of the one-time familiar form of good old Span, Varick's troubled, uncomfortable thoughts took wings to themselves and flew away.
The two men's hands met in a firm, friendly grasp.