The intelligent officials of Scotland Yard were used to forgers and swindlers who travelled by express trains and crossed to America by fashionable steamers.

It did not strike them as very likely that a man of Walter Goddard's previous tastes and habits could get through the country in the guise of a tramp.

If he had been possessed at the time of his escape of the money he so much desired he would probably have been caught; as it was, he got away without difficulty, and at the very time when every railway station and every port in the kingdom were being watched for him, he was lurking in the purlieus of Whitechapel, and then tramping his way east in comparative safety, half starved, it is true, but unmolested.
That he was disappointed at the reception his wife had given him did not prevent him from sleeping peacefully that night.

One thing alone disturbed him, and that was her mention of Mr.Juxon, in whose house, as she had told him, she lived.

It seems incredible that a man in Walter Goddard's position, lost to every sense of honour, a criminal of the worst type, who had deceived his wife before he was indicted for forgery, who had certainly cared very little for her at any time, should now, in a moment of supreme danger, feel a pang of jealousy on hearing that his wife lived in the vicinity of the squire and occupied a house belonging to him.