“Why?”
“You know, I guess. You don’t want me to speak right out, do you?”
“Well, no,” replied Bristow, “but I’ll thank you to follow me no longer.”
“Sorry,” was the reply, “but I am afraid I shall have to.”
“I warn you,” said Bristow quietly, “to let me alone. Is that plain enough?”
“Perfectly plain,” was the reply. “I’m sorry I can’t accommodate you.”
Dick and Bristow finished their meal first and rose to go. The other man waited until they were at the door, then picked up his check and followed them. And so when they passed out, he was right behind them once more.
“I don’t like this idea of being followed,” said Dick. “What’s he want, anyhow?”
“We’ll get rid of him,” replied Bristow, absolutely ignoring Dick’s second question.