I confess the incident gave me a curiously unpleasant sensation.

It was so very odd that a man on foot--a Persian, I judged, by his accent--should know of my companion's whereabouts, and that they should recognise each other by their voices.

I recollected that our coming to Mr.Ghyrkins' bungalow was wholly unpremeditated, and I was sure Isaacs had spoken to none but our party--not even to his saice--since our meeting with the Westonhaughs on the Annandale road an hour and a half before.
"I wonder what he wants," said my friend, apparently soliloquising.
"He seems to know where to find you, at all events," I answered.

"He must have second sight to know you had been to Carisbrooke." "He has.

He is a very singular personage altogether.