The night came on suddenly, as it does in London, and Old Broadbrim separated from Owens for the purpose of calling on a friend whom he had not seen for some years.
Promising to meet Owens the next day, Old Broadbrim walked off and turned the nearest corner.
He was in the act of taking a hansom, when his arm was touched by a hand, and he turned to look into the face of a young woman whose eyes were deeply sunken and staring.
"You're watched, sir," said she, with a hurried glance to the right. "Be careful."
"Thanks. Here's a guinea," said the detective, and springing into the hansom he was driven off.
Watched? he thought. By whom?
If Rufus Redmond was on the sea, who would play spy for him now?
[CHAPTER V.]
IN THE WAKE OF A MYSTERY.