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The detective called a cab and together they drove, not to Scotland Yard, but to Tarling's little office in Bond Street. It was here that the man from Shanghai had established his detective agency, and here he waited with the phlegmatic Whiteside for the return of the detective he had sent to withdraw Sam Stay from his shadower.
"As I said, Vapp, this is no ordinary case. I want you to keep track of this man day and night." "I'll do it if it can be done." "I want you to note every person he communicates with." "I'll do that, too." "And here is another thing of great importance. If he spends money, try to find out if it is good money." "Eh?" The shadower looked surprised for an instant.
The shadower had managed to crowd in beside our hero, and Oscar had favored him in securing the seat, and as was expected the man opened a conversation. "A slow game," he said. "Very," answered our hero laconically. "I don't like this faro anyhow," said the man. "It passes time." "I prefer a good game of draw."
It was the Lausch robbery that 'required our presence, so the message read, and Dave had returned an answer promising our presence at the earliest moment of leisure. We did not feel so deeply interested in the Lausch robbery then as in some other matters, but when we had dismissed our boy shadower we went at once to the bureau.
He will not know us unless we have forgotten how to do it." "It is easy for us to change." "You bet; he fell to us in our best rôle." "He did." "But how did he get on to us at all?" "I must have time to think that out, and mark my words: he is a shadower. He got his points down well. I am a shadower; I will be on his track, and the next time I will have my points down well.
Coryndon had intuition and patience, and once he undertook a case he followed it through to the ultimate conclusion; and so it was that Coryndon stood alone, a department in himself, possibly aided by the police and the shadower, but capable of discovering anything, once he bent his mind to the business of elucidation.
"You said that that young man who followed us about here was well known to you," I said. "Who is he?" "It is not my place to tell you, sir," the man answered, and passed on. I stepped into the 'bus and we drove off. As we turned out of the station I caught a last glimpse of our shadower.
He searched also for some means of ingress to the city, yet here, too, failure was his only reward, and now as he went keen eyes watched him from above and a silent stalker kept pace with him for a time upon the summit of the wall; but presently the shadower descended to the pavement within and hurrying swiftly raced ahead of the stranger without.
Though I ran quickly back to the spot where the shadower had disappeared I could find no trace of him, yet in the brief glimpse that I had caught I could have sworn that I had seen a white face surmounted by a mass of yellow hair.
The mere idea of stalking one's own shadower was a distinctly attractive one; surrounded as I was by a baffling sense of mystery and danger I jumped at the chance with an almost reckless enthusiasm. Coming up behind was another taxi an empty one, the driver leaning back in his seat puffing lazily at a pipe. I stepped out into the road and signalled to him to pull up.
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