The MotiveTony hadn’t returned by tea time, so I sat in my study alone and took my tea there.
A man in brown followed me to Vig’s place.
A man in brown took the boy to the carriage.
At least one man in brown watched me. I almost caught a glimpse of his face several times. He always seemed familiar.
Could this be the same man in brown who followed Stephen and frightened him so?
At first I passed off Stephen’s fear as a child’s paranoia, but Stephen was more than a child.
This explained something which bothered me earlier. Perhaps the man in brown followed Stephen the day I was to meet him, frightening him so much he felt the police were his only hope.
And this scoundrel was allied with Jack Diamond.
I drank my tea with a sense of foreboding.
One reason I hadn’t wanted to tell Mrs.
