Into a corner of the arches opposite the moon was shining, and Dickson retired thither to consult his map of the neighbourhood.

He found what he wanted, and, as he lifted his eyes, caught sight of a man coming down the causeway.

Promptly he retired into the shadow and watched the new-comer.

There could be no mistake about the figure; the bulk, the walk, the carriage of the head marked it for Dobson.

The innkeeper went slowly past the factor's house; then halted and retraced his steps; then, making sure that the street was empty, turned into the side lane which led to the garden.
This was what sailors call a cross-bearing, and strengthened Dickson's conviction.