Todd had got only half way from the shop to the parlour, when the shop-door opened, and the plain-looking man walked in—the very same plain man who had stood so close to Big Ben at Todd's window.
"Shaved," he said.
Todd paused.
"If, sir, you will call again in a few minutes, or if you have any call to make and can conveniently look in as you come back—"
"No, I'll take a seat."
Todd And The Beefeater Have Some Words.
The plain-looking man sat down close to the door, and looked as calm and as unconcerned as any one possibly could. The look with which Todd regarded him for a moment, and only one moment, was truly horrible. He then quietly went into his back parlour. In a moment he entered with a common kid glove, and said to Ben—
"Did this belong to your friend?—a gentleman left it here one day."
Ben shook his head.