“Well, no one in particular. Oh, yes!—there was a dark-looking man—a mulatto, he appeared to be, with one arm; he was running at the top of his speed.”
“Which way did he go?” asked the policeman, eagerly.
“He ran down that street—the second turning to the left.”
“How long since?”
“Not a minute ago.”
The two constables made off in the direction pointed out by Peace.
“Good!” ejaculated the latter, with a grin. “I hope you will find the gentleman!”
He walked on at a more rapid pace, and did not pause until he had reached his own habitation.
He let himself in as usual with his latch-key, and crept softly upstairs.
For the next few days he worked industriously at his business, and behaved in a proper and discreet manner.