"Alec," I hissed from the corner of my mouth. "I'm going to stop in a minute. Take a good look at the bloke that's following us."
Then we halted, and to give us an excuse, I took out a cigarette and lit it. The monster passed us. I thought the moon-grayed protoplasm had a tinge of orange, which might indicate deep interest on the being's part, but I could not be sure. When it was out of hearing I said, "Anyone we know?"
"It's a man from the restaurant," said Marion. "I noticed him looking at us as we ate. I thought he was flirting with me."
"He gave you a damn hard stare, Will," said Alec.
"Jerusalem!" I growled. "May be a coincidence, but—he's one of them ... and I let him have a ruddy good look at me with that match!"
"Could he have chased you from up north?"
"No, no. Nobody followed me on the roads I took, son. But he and his gang have my description." I threw away the cigarette angrily. "'Course, I look like anybody else, but—"
"You do not!" protested Marion. "You're very handsome, for one thing."
Alec laughed briefly. "Well, maybe not that, Will, but you are individual enough to be spotted from a good description."
I was astonished. I had never thought so. I said, "We've got to be careful, then. Can't let him see us go into The Gray Gander."