In a way he now felt drawn to the poor, frank boy who had so lately been the object of his unjust and unfounded suspicions.

There was a new light in which to think of him, a new bond between them, a new spring of sympathy or jealousy, if not of both.

But Langholm was not in London to show sympathy or friendship for any man.

He was in London simply and solely upon his own great quest, in which no man must interrupt him.

That was why he had been so guarded about his whereabouts--though not guarded enough--and why he watched the omnibus out of sight before entering his hotel.