rod's. If she went up
and down on this, she wanted to know what he would do, would he run up
and down the fixed flight? He did. Several times. And then she bethought
herself of the Piccadilly tube; she got in at Brompton road and got out
at Down Street and then got in again and went to South Kensington and he
darted in and out of adjacent carriages and got into lifts by curious
retrograde movements, being apparently under the erroneous impression
that his back was less characteristic than his face.

By this time he was evidently no longer unaware of her intelligent
interest in his movements. It was clear too that he had received a false
impression that she wanted to shake him off and that all the sleuth in
him was aroused. He was dishevelled and breathing hard and getting a
little close and coarse in his pursuit, but he was sticking to it with a
puckered intensified resolution. He came up into the South Kensington
air open-mouthed and sniffing curiously, but invincible.

She discovered suddenly that she did not like him at all and that she
wanted to go home.

She took a taxi, and then away in the wilds of the Fulham Road she had
her crowning idea. She stopped the cab at a dingy little furniture shop,
paid the driver exorbitantly and instructed him to go right back to
South Kensington station, buy her an evening paper and return for her.
The pursuer drew up thirty yards away, fell into her trap, paid off his
cab and feigned to be interested by a small window full of penny toys,
cheap chocolate and cocoanut ice. She bought herself a brass door
weight, paid for it hastily and posted herself just within the
furniture-shop door.

Then you see her cab returned suddenly and she got in at once and left
him stranded.

He made a desperate effort to get a motor omnibus. She saw him rushing
across the traffic gesticulating. Then he collided with a boy with a
basket on a bicycle--not so far as she could see injuriously, they
seemed to leap at once into a crowd and an argument, and then he was
hidden from her by a bend in the road.

Sec.6

For a little while her mind was full of fragments of speculation about
this man. Was he a married man? Was he very much away from home? What
did he earn? Were there ever disputes about his expenses?...

She must ask Isaac. For she was determined to go home and challenge her
husband. She felt buoyed up by indignation and the consciousness of
innocence....

And then she felt an odd litt