There were intrigues on foot--there were always intrigues on foot.

But to-night he would weigh those intrigues.

He went out from the music-hall, and under the white glare of the electric lamps above the door he stood for a moment in full view.

Then he deliberately took his handkerchief from his pocket.

From the opposite side of the road, a man in native dress, wearing a thick dark cloak over his white shirt and pyjamas, stepped forward.