They had not gone far, however, before they became aware that they were being followed.

Grace was the first to call the attention of Nora and Jessica to a long, slim figure stealing after them in the shadows.
"Here he comes," whispered Jessica.

"What in the world do you suppose he wants with our poor little Anne ?" "I believe he's going to stop us," returned Grace.

"He is coming nearer and nearer." "Anne, I command you to wait!" called a voice from behind them.
They all stopped suddenly and Anne jumped as though she had received a shock.
A tall, theatrical-looking individual had come up to them.

He wore a shabby frock coat and a black slouch hat, which he raised with an elaborate flourish when he saw the young girls.
"Pardon me, ladies," he said, "but I wish to speak with my daughter." Anne controlled herself with an effort.
"I cannot see you now, father," she said.