“Smash him!”
“And get yourself into trouble. You will be arrested.”
“Well, are you going to let every sneak that wants to chase you around wherever you go?”
“I do not like it, but you must remember that I have no proof the man has chased me. When I have such proof, I’ll have him arrested for annoying me.”
“Better lead him to some good place where I can get at him. Say, Merry, get him to follow you down to the river, and I’ll throw him off a bridge. That’s what he needs—a good ducking will cool him off properly.”
“I have taken a fancy to corner him first, and demand to know why he has chased me. I think I’ll go down and do it.”
“I’m going with you.”
They descended to the street; but, when they reached it, the man in black had disappeared, nor could they find anything of him.
“He took the hint, and sneaked just in time,” muttered Bruce. “Oh, if I could have thumped him once!”
They lunched together, Rattleton and Diamond having failed to return to be with them. Wellington Maybe had gone to Versailles. The afternoon was spent in the Bois de Boulogne, and, although Frank looked for him often, no more was seen of the shadow in black.