"I went to report myself at Southwark Police Station. Who should I find there but Bradley, the chap we used to call 'Sailor.' He is an inspector now, and, of course, he knew me at once."
"What of that?"
"He pretended to take an interest in me, and tried to lead me on to talk about you."
"The devil he did!"
"Oh, I know their ways. They can't do anything to me as long as I show up regularly and keep a clean slate."
"But what about me?"
"I said you had been a good friend—there was no use in denying that I was here pretty often—and that we both thought of emigrating."
"Good. We will."
"Not me. I have a score to settle——"
"Patience, my worthy friend. Your score shall be settled in full. I cannot prevent it, even if I would. Do you think I have been idle, or that I spend Langdon's money on a wild-goose chase? Not me. Langdon has taken my advice at last. He has met this charmer with whom he is so infatuated. She almost recognized him, but he pretended such complete ignorance of her, and even of London, that her suspicions were quieted."