A PRINCESS IN GREEN AND TAN.
I turned, leaving the man there, and walked into Sackville Street. I had not gone twenty yards, when I heard his hurrying step behind me.
"She is in danger, Mr. Darcy," he hissed into my ear.
This time I turned round, amazed at the man's knowledge of my name.
"And she needs help," he said, looking me full in the face.
"You know my name," was all I could say, stupidly.
"It is my business to know things," he said, impatiently; "but will you help her?" he added.
"Help whom, man?" I replied, testily.
"The lady who was at Felixstowe, and ten minutes ago got into a cab," he answered.
"But there were two," I said.