When I started to go back to the smoking room he was in the coat room getting ready to leave. I did not stop to speak or delay a moment, but just tipped the darky a wink, got my coat and slid out ahead.
“I’ll shadow that man,” I thought. “It won’t do to arrest him and get left.”
Candidly, I hardly cared to undertake the job, for he was a big, powerful fellow and had Mr. Dalledouze with him.
I slipped across the street, changing my opera hat for a slouch felt, and putting on a false mustache.
There I stood behind a tree peering out and watching the steps of the Welton mansion with eager eyes.
I was disappointed when I saw them come out together, but it couldn’t be helped.
It was then just one o’clock.
They passed me and never suspected, still talking about the cigars.
Then I glided after them and saw them enter the Brunswick. They went into the bar-room and so did I, but I simply passed in one door and out the other. They were drinking at the bar; that was enough to tell me that they meant to come out soon.