"Anyhow, you will keep the secret? . . . . Don'tfollow me."He crossed the road and went into the darkness towards thelittle steps under the archway leading into Essex Street, and I lethim go. And that was the last I ever saw of him.Afterwards I had two letters from him asking me to sendbank-notes--not cheques--to certain addresses.
After all, Horrocks might have heardnothing. At any rate, he had pulled him out of the way in time. His oddmanner might be due to the mere vague jealousy he had shown... read more
