She was now positive that he was "Larry, the Locksmith." Suddenly the man left the sidewalk and started across a field used in the summer by the small boys of Overton as a playground.
This ended the pursuit as far as Grace was concerned.

Stepping behind a tree at the edge of the field she strained her eyes to watch the hulking figure as it moved swiftly on.

Then she gave a little exclamation of surprise and triumph.

The man was hurrying up the steps of a dingy little house that stood at the end of a row of similar houses which bounded the side of the field directly opposite where she stood.

Again consulting her watch, she hesitated.