He shaded his eyes with his hands, and peered from the parlour into the shop.
"Who is that keeps dodging past the window each moment, and peeping in at every convenient open space in the glass that he can find?"
Mrs. Lovett looked, and then, after an effort, she said—
"Todd, I was going to speak to you of that man."
"Ah!"
"Listen; I suspect him. For some days past he has haunted the shop, and makes endeavours to become acquainted with me. I did not think it sound policy wholly to shun him, but gave him such encouragement as might supply me with opportunities of judging if he were a spy or not."
"Humph!"
"I think him dangerous."
Todd's eyes glistened like burning coals.
"Should he come into your shop to be shaved, Todd—"