"Well, he's pretty restless after his lost _protégé_, isn't he? I don't suppose he'll be able to remain idle long." "And about Crockett. Do you give him up?" "Oh, no. Don't you be impatient. I can't say I'm quite confident yet of laying hold of him--the time is so short, you see--but I think I shall at least have news for you by the evening." * * * * * [Illustration: "NANCY WEBB."] Hewitt sat in the club-room until the afternoon, taking his lunch there. At length he saw, through the front window, Raggy Steggles walking down the road. In an instant Hewitt was downstairs and at the door. The road bent eighty yards away, and as soon as Steggles passed the bend the detective hurried after him. All the way to Padfield town and more than half through it Hewitt dogged the trainer. In the end Steggles stopped at a corner and gave a note to a small boy who was playing near. The boy ran with the note to a bright, well-kept house at the opposite corner. Martin Hewitt was interested to observe the legend "H. Danby, Contractor," on a board over a gate in the side wall of the garden behind this house. In five minutes a door in the side gate opened, and the head and shoulders of the red-faced man emerged. Steggles immediately hurried across and disappeared through the gate. This was both interesting and instructive. Hewitt took up a position in the side street and waited. In ten minutes the trainer reappeared and hurried off the way he had come, along the street Hewitt had considerately left clear for him. Then Hewitt strolled toward the smart house and took a good look at it. At one corner of the small piece of forecourt garden, near the railings, a small, baize-covered, glass-fronted notice-board stood on two posts. On its top edge appeared the words "H. Danby. Houses to be Sold or Let." But the only notice pinned to the green baize within was an old and dusty one, inviting tenants for three shops, which were suitable for any business, and which would be fitted to suit tenants. Apply within. Hewitt pushed open the front gate and rang the door-bell. "There are some shops to let, I see," he said, when a maid appeared. "I should like to see them, if you will let me have the key." "Master's out, sir. You can't see the shops till Monday." "Dear me, that's unfortunate. I'm afraid I can't wait till Monday. Didn't Mr. Danby leave any instructions, in case anybody should inquire?" "Yes, sir--as I've told you. He said anybody who called about 'em must come again on Monday." "Oh, very well, then; I suppose I must try. One of the shops is in High Street, isn't it?" "No, sir; they're all in the new part--Granville Road." "Ah, I'm afraid that will scarcely do. But I'll see. Good day."