"Come and see!" said Cleek, swinging out of the grounds into the public highway again, and walking fast. "At all events, an ounce of certainty is worth a pound of suspicion, and this little _faux pas_ will decide the question. They are no fools, those Apaches; and Waldemar knows how to wait patiently for what he wants." "Waldemar? The Apaches? Good lud, man, what are you talking about? You are not worrying over that business again, I hope. Haven't I told you over and over again that we couldn't find one trace of them anywhere in London--that they cleared out bag and baggage after that fruitless trip to Yorkshire? The whole truth of the matter, to my way of thinking, is that they awoke then to the fact that you had 'dropped' to their being after you, and knowing you weren't to be caught napping, gave it up as a bad job." "Or altered their tactics and set out to follow some one else." "Some one else? Good lud, don't talk rubbish. What good would following some one else do if they were after you?" "Come and see," said Cleek again, and would say no more, but merely walked on faster than ever--up one thoroughfare and down another--flicking eager glances to right and to left in search of the red limousine. In the thick of the High Street they caught sight of it at last, tooling about aimlessly, while Lennard kept constant watch on the crowd of shoppers that moved up and down the pavement. "Cut ahead and stop it and we shall see what we _shall_ see, Mr. Narkom. I'll join you presently," said Cleek, and he stood watching while the superintendent forged ahead in the direction of the limousine; and continued watching even after he saw him reach it and bring it to a halt, and stand at the kerb talking earnestly with Lennard. But of a sudden the old crooked smile looped up the corner of his mouth; he stood at attention for a moment or two, breathing hard through his nostrils, and moving not at all until, abruptly starting into activity, he walked rapidly down the pavement and joined Narkom. "Well?" queried the superintendent, looking up at him quizzically. "Come to any decision, old chap?" "Yes--and so will you in a second. Don't turn--don't do anything hastily. Just look across the street, at the jeweller's window, opposite, and tell me what you think of it." Narkom's swift, sidelong glance travelled over the distance like a gunshot, arrowed through the small collection of persons gathered about the shop window inspecting the display of trinkets, and every nerve in his body jumped. "Good God! Waldemar!" he said, under his breath.