The girl sighed.
“If only I could do something for him!” she murmured.
“He’s in some kind of trouble, I think,” Mrs. Malony observed. “He is not what you might call a communicative person, but it’s easy to see that he is far from being happy in himself. You’ll ring when you’re ready, Miss Mary?”
The door was suddenly opened, and Craig entered. He was very pale and a little out of breath. Before he closed the door, he listened for a moment.
“Just as we were speaking about you, Mr. Craig,” the landlady continued. “I was saying to the young lady that there was only one thing I could wish for you both, and that was that you weren’t quite so worried like.”
Craig seemed scarcely to hear her.
“Look across the road,” he begged. “Tell me if there is a man in a blue serge suit and a bowler hat, smoking a cigar, looking across here.”
Mrs. Malony and the girl both obeyed. The girl was the first to speak.
“Yes!” she announced. “He is looking straight at these windows.”
Craig groaned and sank down upon a chair.