At Charing Cross Station, for instance, his had not been the anxiety of a man intrusted with a difficult mission.

His agitation had been due to fear,--fear abject and absolute.

I had seen the symptoms more than once in my life, and there was no mistaking them.

I told myself that no man could be so shaken who was engaged in honest dealings.

Even now he was in hiding,--it could not be called anything else,--and the one person with whom I had come in touch who was searching for him was, without a doubt, on the side of law and justice, with at least some settled position behind him.