"Never seen her in my life," I answered. "I wonder who she took us for?"
I looked round, and then touched his arm.
"Bruce," I said, "she's following us."
He glanced bade over his shoulder, and I saw him start as though something had stung him.
"Come on!" he muttered, suddenly quickening his pace.
"Why, what does it matter?" I protested.
"Others, too," he whispered, "just behind her! Three or four of 'em! It's that infernal charm!"
"Bosh!" I said incredulously, and then turned round to take another look. For a moment I felt as if someone had suddenly placed a large piece of ice inside my waistcoat. At least five women were following us along the pavement, headed by the lady in sables. There could be no possible doubt about it. Even as I looked two girls who had been walking in the other direction suddenly pulled up, and then, turning round, came hurriedly in pursuit of the rest. We seemed to be clearing Regent Street.
"This is awful!" I gasped. "What are we to do?"
"We must t-take a taxi!" stammered Bruce, looking wildly about him.