"There'll be a few of us following you, sir. Orders, you know."
"But…"
"Nothing personal, sir. We won't interfere with anything you want to do. Just guarding you, sir."
"Guarding me?"
"Certainly, sir. Morgan's crowd, you know. Can't let them pop you off."
"You can't know," Sutton told him, "how deeply I appreciate your interest."
"It's nothing sir," the man told him. "Just part of the day's work. Glad to do it. Don't mention it at all."
He stepped back again and Sutton wheeled and walked down the steps and followed the cinder walk that flanked the avenue.
The sun was near to setting and looking back over his shoulder he saw the tall, straight lines of the gigantic office building in which he had talked to Trevor outlined against the brightness of the western sky. But of anyone who might be following him he did not see a sign.
He had no place to go. He had no idea where to go. But he realized that he couldn't stand around wringing his hands. He'd walk, he told himself, and think, and wait for whatever was going to happen next to happen.