It was a place full of flaring lights and inky shadows, and the boy felt that he could never forget what he saw there. The faces of the starving youths made the deepest impression on him, and he wondered if there were such faces to be seen elsewhere in the world. They were hopeless, brutal, despairing.
He saw dockers and drunken sailors, and he saw thin-limbed, dirty children with the faces of old men and women.
At last, sick at heart, Frank decided that he had seen enough. He turned his face toward the West End.
But he had not gone far before he halted suddenly, with a muttered exclamation.
He looked fairly into the face of a man who was passing, and he fancied he had seen that face before.
“I believe it is the fellow who threw the bomb!” exclaimed the boy, softly.
And he started to follow the man.
CHAPTER XXIX.
SURPRISES FOR FRANK.
It was not the first time Frank had played the part of a shadower.