“I did.”
“And a cab followed you the whole way?”
“Practically the whole way, except that as my chauffeur turned into Chancery Lane, the cab stopped at the corner of Fleet Street.”
“Your idea is that your pursuer followed on foot from this point?”
“Such was my impression.”
“H’m, quite impossible. And is this sort of thing constant, Sir Charles?”
“It has been for some time past.”
“Anything else?”
“One very notable thing, Mr. Harley. I was actually assaulted less than a week ago within sight of my own house.”
“Indeed! Tell me of this.” Paul Harley became aware of an awakening curiosity. Sir Charles Abingdon was not the type of man who is lightly intimidated.