“Yes, she’s what you would call a fascinating sort of woman, and appeared from what I could see of her to be quite the lady. When I say a lady, I mean of course one of doubtful repute.”
“Ah, just so. That is no more than I expected. So much the better.”
“The better?”
“Certainly, the matter will be more easily worked.”
“Most likely; but what is to be my next proceeding?”
“You have to watch him again, and see if he pays another visit to this establishment. When this has been done we will consider our next course of procedure.”
Mr. Slingsby acted in accordance with the instructions given him by his superior.
He was at the works in the Euston-road on the following night, but the result was not quite so satisfactory. Tom Gatliffe went to the railway-station, and made for his home at Wood Green.
He did the same on the following evening, but Mr. Slingsby did not despair. He kept his man steadily in view, and never missed a single night from his post.
All this time Gatliffe was in ignorance of the surveillance which was kept over him.