"D'ye think not, Frankie?"
"It is a certain thing."
"Well, we'll get our look at it before it is gone intoirely."
A few dark figures were moving silently along the streets. The night was warm, and the shutters of the balcony windows were opened to admit air.
At a corner they halted, and, of a sudden, Frank clutched the arm of his companion, whispering:
"Look—see that man?"
"Yes, me b'y."
"Did you see his face?"
"Nivver a bit."
"Well, I did, and I do not believe I am mistaken in thinking I have seen it before."