Across the way a man's dark figure detached itself from the darkness of a doorstep and followed where Garrison went.
Shadowed to his very door, Garrison came to his humble place of abode with his mind in a region of dreams.
It was not until he stood in his room, and his hand lay against his pocket, that he thought again of Dorothy's parcel surrendered to his keeping. He took it out. He felt he had a right to know its contents.
It had not been sealed.
He removed the paper, disclosing a narrow, shallow box, daintily covered with leather. It was merely snapped shut with a catch.
He opened it, and an exclamation of astonishment escaped his lips.
It contained two necklaces—one of diamonds and one of pearls, the gems of both marvelously fine.
CHAPTER V
THE "SHADOW"
Nothing more disquieting than this possession of the necklaces could possibly have happened to Garrison. He was filled with vague suspicions and alarms. The thing was wholly baffling.