I took a few steps in the same direction, but I paused when he turned and shook that index finger at me in that peculiar way.
He was a deep mystery to me.
"Who was he?"
Disguised as a sailor just arrived in port, I shadowed a man into a low dive some nights later.
Two professional burglars, well known to me, passed near me as I crossed the room.
"Could that little chap have overheard anything we said?" one rather anxiously asked of the other.
"No," was the careless reply. "I've seen him before, and know that he's deaf and dumb. If it hadn't been for that, I'd a told you of his being near us."
Thus much I heard, and then distance swallowed up the sound of their voices.
I glanced around in quest of the little chap alluded to, and my eyes lighted on—Shadow!
Was he playing deaf and dumb?