"I don't know," said Yorke. "Why have you watched me?"
"Well, my lord, we had information—in fact, we've sworn it—that you intended leaving the country——."
"I did," said Yorke.
"Just so, my lord, and I was keeping my eye on you. I could have arrested you—it's a City process—if you'd attempted to leave one of the English ports."
Yorke smiled grimly.
"You must have had some trouble," he said.
The man smiled and nodded.
"Indeed I have, my lord. You nearly walked me off my legs. I never shadowed such a restless gentleman, begging your lordship's pardon. I must have walked—oh, law knows how many miles, following you, and it's a wonder to me we ain't both knocked up."
Yorke gave him a sovereign.
"Go home," he said. "You need follow me no longer. I will attend the court, wherever it is. Stop, what is the name of the man who does all this, the man I owe the money to?"