“You want him thrown out of window?”
“No, not exactly. I am interested for many reasons in finding out where he lives. When he leaves here, which I will take care he shall do soon, you follow him.”
“I see—I see.”
“You comprehend. He must not know you are after him, for he is as wily as a fox, but track him home, Bond, like a blood-hound!”
“Eh?” said Bond, rather astonished at the vehemence of Britton.
“I say you must follow him closely, and not let him escape you, on any account.”
“I tell you what will be the best plan,” said Bond; “you don’t want to lose him no how?“
“Dead or alive I will never let him escape me!”
“Then I’ll take my cleaver with me.”
“Your cleaver?”