“The same bloke.”
The detective looked after the cab as it rounded a corner and then turned again to the boy.
“But the man who was spoken to from the cab?” queried the detective.
“He’s gone, too.”
In another instant there stepped from a doorway a few steps distant a man at whom the boy pointed excitedly.
“That’s him, Mr. Carter!” he exclaimed, as the man thus singled out coolly lit a cigar.
Carter eyed him for a moment and then looked away.
The fellow walked off and the boy of the street watched him with much curiosity.
“Could you keep him in sight for me, Billy?” asked the detective.
“Just as if I’d lose him on purpose!”