"Who?"
"Milly's sweetheart."
"Where?"
Miss Johnson pointed to a tall man who was standing on the pavement talking to the driver of a hansom cab. Mr. Haines started. His companion felt that he was trembling. He spoke as if he were short of breath.
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure--certain."
Mr. Haines went forward without a word. Miss Johnson stood still and watched, fearing she knew not what.
But she need have feared nothing, for nothing happened.
By the time that Mr. Haines had reached the cab the man in question had seated himself inside. Mr. Haines had a good look at him before the cab moved off.
"It's he! Her aristocrat! I knew that he smelt of blood first time I saw him, but if I'd known that the blood was hers----"