"That is exactly what I do mean. 'I'll see this out,' said I to myself."
"Man or woman?"
"Man."
"Did you catch sight of his face?"
"Yes. Tall, dark, beard and whiskers. Might have been false. When you were in the house he passed the door, looked at the number and walked away."
"And you let him go?" I said reproachfully. "I didn't think that of you."
"You needn't. I followed him on your account."
"Bravo!"
"Had to be very careful. His eyes were in all directions."
"Did he go back to Soho?"