CHAPTER XVI.MR.GREEN EXECUTES HIS WARRANT.
Five days later, Mr.Caryll--whose recovery had so far progressed that he might now be said to be his own man again--came briskly up from Charing Cross one evening at dusk, to the house at the corner of Maiden Lane where Sir Richard Everard was lodged.

He observed three or four fellows lounging about the corner of Chandos street and Bedford street, but it did not occur to him that from that point they could command Sir Richard's door--nor that such could be their object--until, as he swung sharply round the corner, he hurtled violently into a man who was moving in the opposite direction without looking whither he was going.

The man stepped quickly aside with a murmured word of apology, to give Mr.
Caryll the wall that he might pass on.

But Mr.Caryll paused.
"Ah, Mr.Green!" said he very pleasantly.

"How d'ye?
Have ye been searching folk of late ?" Mr.Green endeavored to dissemble his startled expression in a grin that revealed his white teeth.