"None whatever. It is very odd."
Todd remained in a musing attitude for some time, and then suddenly starting, he said—
"Charley, if that man come again after his wig, get him into talk, will you, and learn all you can about him. I have to go a little way into the city just now, and shall speedily return. I hoped you liked the pie?"
"Pie, sir?"
"Yes, Lovett's pie."
"Oh, yes—delicious."
"Ha! ha! he! he! ho!"
Drawing on a pair of huge worsted gloves, Todd walked out of the shop without saying another word. The moment he was gone, Johanna passed both her hands upon her breast, as if to stay the wild beating of her heart, as she whispered to herself—
"Alone—alone once more."
It was well that she had only whispered that much, for in the next moment Todd gently put his head into the shop. She started.