The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-02-22

But / felt Lin following me when 1
made tracks, though of course l didn't
turn round to see"
'Why not?"
) My dear Bunny, it's the very worst
thing you can do. AS long as you look
unsuspecting they'll keep their dis
lance, and so long as they keep their
distance YOU stand chance. Once
show that YOU know you're being fol.
lowed and it's fight or fight for all
you're worth. | never even looked
round, and mind You never do i'm the
same hole. just hurried up to Black
friars and booked for High street.
Kensington, at the top of my voice,
and as the train was leaving Sloane
square out | hoped and up all those
stairs like a lamplighter and round to
the studio by the back streets. Well,
to be on the safe side, l lay low there
all the afternoon. hearing nothing in
the least suspicious and only wishing
l had window to look through in
stead of that beastly skylight. How
ever, the coast seemed clear enough,
and thus far it was my mere idea that
he would follow me. There was moth
ing to show he had So at last | march
ed out in my proper rig-almost
straight into old Baird's armsw
"What on earth did you do:'
walked past him as though / had
never set eyes on him i'll my life, and
=, ~
Kings road and drove like the deuce
to Chaplain junction; rushed on to the
nearest platform without ticket
jumped into the first train | saw, got
out at Twickenham, walked full tilt
back to Richmond, took the District ia
Charing Cross, and here l am, ready
for tub and change and the best
dinner the club can give us. / came
to you first because l thought you
might be getting anxious. Come round
with me and l won't keep you long"
you're certain you've given him the
slip?' l said as we put OH our hats.
Certain enough, but we can make
assurance doubly sure" said Raff1es
and went to my window, where he
stood for a minute or two looking
down into the street.
Cali right?' asked him.
"All right" said he, and we wen,
downstairs forthwith and so to the
Albany arm in arm.
But we We're both rather silent OIL
the way. I, for my part, was wonder
ing what Raffies would do about the
studio in Chelsea, whittier at all events
he had been successfully logged. Te
me the point seemed one of immediate
Importance, but when l mentioned il
he said there was time enough to think
about that. His one other remark was
made after we had nodded, in Bond
street, to young blood of our ac
quaintance who happened to be get
ting himself bad name.
"Poor Jack Rutterw said Rafiles
with a sigh. "Nothing's sadder than
to see a fellow going to the bad like
that. He's about mad with drink and
debt, poor devil! Did you see his eye:
Odd that we should have met him to
night, by the way. It's old Baird who's
said to have skinned him. By God
but I'd like to skin old Baird!"
And his tone took a sudden low fury
made the more noticeable by another
long silence, which lasted, indeed
throughout an admirable dinner at the
club and for some time after we ha6
settled down in quiet corner of the
smoking room with our coffee anG
cigars Then at last saw Rallies look
ing at me with his lazy smile and
knew that the morose fit was at al
end.
Il dare say you wonder what Nv.
been thinking about all this time?" sale
he. Eve been thinking what rot it j!
to go doing things by halyes!"
"Well," said 1, returning his smile
that's not a charge that you cal
bring against yourself, is it:''
"I'm not SO sure" said Raft1es, blow
ing a meditative puff. "As a matter