“I’m looking.”
In the open window, Frank pointed straight at the man in the doorway. The man looked up, and saw him, but did not stir, or make an effort to conceal himself.
“Do you see that man down there, Bruce—the man in black, who is standing on those steps?”
“Yes.”
“He’s a spotter.”
“Eh? What?”
“He has followed me ever since I left this hotel this morning.”
“The dickens you say!”
“He was standing just where he stands now when I looked out this morning.”
“Well, what’s the matter with him? What’s he want?”