He nodded.

"It wasn't there when I drove up," he remarked.

"I was at the window, looking out, when you came, she said. "It
followed you out from the Square into this street. Directly you
stopped, I saw the man put on the brake and pull up his cab. It
seemed to me so strange, just as though some one were watching you
all the time."

Laverick stood still, looking out of the window.

"Who lives in the house opposite?" he asked.

"I am afraid," she answered, "that there are no very nice people
who live round here. The people whom I see coming in and out of
that house are not nice people at all."

"I understand," he said. "Thank you, Zoe. You are right. Whatever
I do with my precious document, I will not leave it here. To tell
you the truth, I thought, for certain reasons, that after I had paid
my last call this afternoon I should not be followed any more. Come
back with me and I will give you some dinner before you go to the
theatre."

She clapped her hands.

"I shall love it," she declared. "But what shall you do with the
document?"