As soon as he caught sight of the face Gammon drew himself up, every muscle strung.
The man observed him, looked again more furtively, stepped past to the door.
It took Gammon but a moment to dart into the clerk's room and ascertain that the person who had just gone out was Lord Polperro.

A moment more and he was out in the street.

The heavy-coated and mufflered man was walking quickly southward; he waved his umbrella to a passing cab, which, however, did not pull up.

Gammon followed for thirty yards.
Again the man hailed a cab, and this time successfully.

Just as he was about to step into the vehicle Gammon stood beside him.
"How do you do, Mr.Clover ?".