'And, still talking in a friendly way, do you think Mr. Edmund Gray over there would like it if he knew there was a detective or a spy watching every evening on the other side of the Square? What's the little game, guv'nor? Anything in our line? Not with that most respectable old gentleman, I do hope--though sometimes---- Well--what is it? Because we can't have you goin' on as you have a been goin' on, you know.' 'Policeman'--Checkley pulled him aside and pointed to the little group at the window--'you see that old gentleman there--do you know him?' 'Certainly. Known him ever since I came to the Inn--two years ago. The people of the Inn have known him for ten years, I believe. That's Mr. Edmund Gray. He's not one of the regular residents, and he hasn't got an office. Comes here now and then when he fancies the place--Mr. Edmund Gray, that is. I wish all the gentlemen in the Inn were half as liberal as he is.' 'Oh! it's impossible! Say it again, Policeman. Perhaps I'm a little deaf--I'm very old, you know--a little deaf perhaps. Say it again.' 'What's the matter with the man?' For he was shaking violently, and his eyes stared. 'Of course that is Mr. Edmund Gray.' 'What does the girl do with him? Why are they both there together?' 'How should I know why she calls upon him? She's a young lady, and a sweet young thing too. He's her grandfather likely.' Checkley groaned. 'I must go somewhere and think this out,' he said. 'Excuse me, Policeman. I am an old man, and--and-- I've had a bit of a shock and---- Good-evening, Policeman.' He shaded his eyes again and looked up. Yes--there they were, talking. Then Elsie rose and he saw her putting on her hat. Then she retreated up the room. But still he stood watching. 'Not had enough yet, guv'nor?' asked the Policeman. 'Only a minute. I want to see her go out.--Yes--there they are--going out together. It is, after all---- Oh! there is no mistake.' 'There is no mistake, guv'nor,' said the Policeman. 'There goes Mr. Edmund Gray, and there goes that sweet young thing along of him.--Ah! there's many advantages about being a gentleman. No mistake, I say, about them two.--Now, old man, you look as if you'd had a surprise. Hadn't you better go home and take a drop of something?' It was earlier than Checkley generally went to the _Salutation_. But he delayed no longer. He tottered across the Square, showing very much of extreme feebleness, looking neither to the right nor to the left, his cheek white, his eyes rolling. The people looked after him, expecting that he would fall. But he did not. He turned into the tavern, hobbled along the passage, and sank into an arm-chair in the parlour. 'Good gracious, Mr. Checkley!' cried the barmaid as he passed, 'whatever is the matter?'