As we turned out of the station I caught a last glimpse of our shadower.

He was standing close to the main exit with his hands behind him, looking up to the sky as though anxious to discover whether it were still raining.

He looked into our 'bus as it clattered by, and my companion, who caught sight of him, leaned back in her seat.
"I am sure," she declared firmly, "that that is a detective." I was equally certain of it, but I only laughed.
"If he is," I said, "it is certainly not you who needs to be anxious.
There can be no question as to whom he is watching.

You must remember that although those mysterious people up at the Place d'Anjou may be powerful in their way, they would have to be very clever indeed to protect me absolutely.

It is pretty well known over here that I had threatened to kill Tapilow wherever I met him." She looked at me for a moment, doubtfully, and then she shook her head.
"It is not you whom they are watching," she said.
"Who, then ?" I asked.
"My uncle and me," she answered.
I looked at her curiously.
"Tell me," I said, "why you think that?
Your uncle is a man of position, and has legitimate business here.