ossible to shake him off? Or are
such followers so expert that once upon a scent, they are like the
Indian hunting dog, inevitable. She must see.

She paid off her taxi at Westridge's and, with the skill of her sex,
observed him by the window reflection, counting the many doors of the
establishment. Would he try to watch them all? There were also some
round the corner. No, he was going to follow her in. She had a sudden
desire, an unreasonable desire, perhaps an instinctive desire to see
that man among baby-linen. It was in her power for a time to wreathe him
with incongruous objects. This was the sort of fancy a woman must
control....

He stalked her with an unreal sang-froid. He ambushed behind a display
of infants' socks. Driven to buy by a saleswoman he appeared to be
demanding improbable varieties of infant's socks.

Are these watchers and trackers sometimes driven to buying things in
shops? If so, strange items must figure in accounts of expenses. If he
bought those socks, would they appear in Sir Isaac's bill? She felt a
sudden craving for the sight of Sir Isaac's Private Detective Account.
And as for the articles themselves, what became of them? She knew her
husband well enough to feel sure that if he paid for anything he would
insist upon having it. But where--where did he keep them?...

But now the man's back was turned; he was no doubt improvising paternity
and an extreme fastidiousness in baby's footwear----Now for it!--through
departments of deepening indelicacy to the lift!

But he had considered that possibility of embarrassment; he got round by
some other way, he was just in time to hear the lift gate clash upon a
calmly preoccupied lady, who still seemed as unaware of his existence
as the sky.

He was running upstairs, when she descended again, without getting out;
he stopped at the sight of her shooting past him, their eyes met and
there was something appealing in his. He was very moist and his bowler
was flagging. He had evidently started out in the morning with
misconceptions about the weather. And it was clear he felt he had
blundered in coming into Westridge's. Before she could get a taxi he was
on the pavement behind her, hot but pursuing.

She sought in her mind for corner shops, with doors on this street and
that. She exercised him upon Peter Robinson's and Debenham and
Freebody's and then started for the monument. But on her way to the
monument she thought of the moving staircase at Har