CHAPTER X.
THE BLACK MUSEUM Winter, who had never seen Capella, was so well posted by Brett as to his personal appearance that he experienced no difficulty in picking out the Italian when he alighted from the train at Liverpool Street Station next morning.
Capella did not conduct himself like a furtive villain.

He jumped into a hansom.

His valet followed in a four-wheeler with the luggage.

In each instance the address given to the driver was that of a well-known West End hotel.
The detective's cab kept pace with Capella's through Old Broad Street, Queen Victoria Street, and along the Embankment.

At the Mansion House, and again at Blackfriars, they halted side by side, and Winter noticed that his quarry was looking into space with sullen, vindictive eyes.
"He means mischief to somebody," was Winter's summing up.