He was walking on the other side of the street, and away from her.

When the man was exactly opposite Scotcher's establishment he gazed in that direction, but without stopping.

Monica hastened, fearing to be seen and approached.

Already she had reached the door, when Widdowson--yes, he it was--turned abruptly to walk back again.

His eye was at once upon her; but whether he recognized her or not Monica could not know.