Another was a taxi driver.

And this one, over there, is the third.

From now till they 'get' me again, they'll follow me like bloodhounds.

I can't go free, to do my work and take part in the impending war, till I shake them.

Look, now, do you see the one I mean ?" Cautiously the girl looked round, with casual glance as though to see a little boy playing by the fountain.
"Yes," she murmured.