appertaining thereto, and nothing else. Necessarily, Theydon was
looking out, and he was very greatly surprised at seeing the unknown
gentleman of the theater walking rapidly round the same corner.

He could not be mistaken. The stranger tilted back his umbrella and
raised his eyes to ascertain the name of the street, as though he was
not quite sure of his whereabouts, and the glare of a lamp fell
directly on his clean-cut, almost classical face.

Being thus occupied, he did not glance at the passing cab, or
recognition might possibly have been mutual-- possibly, though not
probably, because, during that brief pause on the steps of the
theater, he stood beside Theydon; hence, he was half-turned toward his
daughter while they were discussing the night's immediate program.

In itself the fact that he had gone in the direction of Innesmore
Mansions rather than toward the Constitutional Club was in nowise
remarkable. Nevertheless, he had deceived his daughter-- deceived her
intentionally, and the knowledge came as a shock to his unsuspected
critic in Theydon.

He did not look the sort of man who would stoop to petty evasion of
the truth. It was as though a statue of Praxiteles, miraculously
gifted with life, should express its emotions, not in Attic Greek, but
in the up-to-date slang of the Strand.

"Well, I'm dashed!" said Theydon, or words to that effect, and his cab
sped on to the third doorway. Innesmore Mansions arranged its roomy
flats in blocks of six, and he occupied No. 18.