She told her lover with enthusiasm how Boyne had invited her to stay there, and promised to keep a watchful eye upon things.
"Excellent, dear," Gerald declared. "You go in, and I'll still remain here, and follow him if he goes out to spend the evening."
"Be careful that he doesn't notice you," she urged. "He has awfully quick eyesight."
"I know that. He very nearly spotted me the other day. In fact, I was afraid that he had."
"I see you've got a cap on," she laughed. "Where is your hat?"
"I've left it in a shop in the Broadway to be renovated and ironed, and I bought this cap to wear meanwhile. Does it make any difference?"
"Certainly it does. And you've got a new jacket, too."
"The same. I bought it at a reach-me-down shop in King Street an hour ago, and left my own there. Does it fit?"
"Not very well around the collar, but nobody would really notice it," she declared.
Gerald Durrant was both shrewd and determined. When he set his mind upon a thing, he carried it through at all costs. He intended to penetrate the veil of mystery which enveloped this good go-to-meeting collector of insurance premiums.