“Tell me,” the latter asked, “have you been shadowed at all?”
“Not that I know of,” Coulson answered.
“Men with quick instincts,” Vanderpole continued, “can always tell when they are being watched. Have you felt anything of the sort?”
Coulson hesitated for one moment.
“No,” he said. “I had a caller whose manner I did not quite understand. She seemed to have something at the back of her head about me.”
“She! Was it a woman?” the young man asked quickly.
Coulson nodded.
“A young lady,” he said,—“Miss Penelope Morse, she called herself.”
Mr. Richard Vanderpole stood quite still for a moment.
“Ah!” he said softly. “She might have been interested.”