“I wonder what on earth we are being followed for?” muttered Dick to himself, as they turned down Broadway. “Something queer about this fellow Bristow. That man is not following us for nothing.”
Several hours later they stopped in a little restaurant for a bite to eat, “after which I’ll take you home,” said Bristow.
The restaurant was crowded, and a little while later the waiter seated another man at their table. Dick gave him a quick glance and then stifled an exclamation of surprise.
The newcomer was the same man who had followed them so recently.
Dick leaned over and whispered to Bristow.
“So?” said Bristow. “We’ll see what he wants.”
He looked the man squarely in the eyes and demanded:
“What are you following me for?”
The man looked at him and smiled pleasantly.
“I just want to keep you in sight,” he replied.