"
Again the girl smiled one of her bewildering smiles.
"At what hour shall I come here?"
"At about nine o'clock."
"And then I will surely find him at home?"
"Yes."
"And you will meet me to guide me to his home?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"At the railroad crossing."
"You will be there at nine?"
"I will."
"I will meet you and be very much obliged to you," said our hero, and
raising his hat like an Italian count he walked away.
Oscar understood his risk, but he understood more. He knew that he was
on the track of some one. A great game had been played. He connected all
the little incidents--the face at the window, the dark face of a man
with glittering eyes, then the woman so handily on the stoop of an
adjoining house. Then again her admissions to a false identity, for our
hero had invented both names that he had given the girl. All these
little incidents proved that he had been observed, that he had aroused
a suspicion as to his design, and that the observation and suspicion
could only be aroused in one who feared something--possibly feared being
seen and tracked.
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