“Did the man stare hard at you, too?” asked Sir Charles, now very interested.
Bascoigne shook his head. “No, he never took any notice of me at all.”
“Ah!” came from Guildford in an explosive exclamation, “and that would be just like Larose if the man were he.” He nodded excitedly. “You take it from me, from what men whom Larose has shadowed have told me, when he's upon your trail you appear to be the last person in the world he's interested in. I've heard it over and over again.”
Dr. Libbeus laughed derisively. “And because you meet a man who doesn't look at you,” he said to Bascoigne, “you imagine at once he must be a detective! It's very amusing.”
“There's nothing amusing about it,” snapped Bascoigne, “I don't like to think that girl stared at me, and then that the man who was with h
