"You don't know how important it is! If I
lose sight of him now, I'll very likely never see him again. And he must
be found--and stopped--for your sake!"
They had come to the end of the platform, by that time, and Lauriston
looked left and right in search of the man described. Suddenly he twisted
Zillah round.
"Is that he--that fellow talking to another man?" he asked. "See him--
there?"
"Yes!" said Zillah. She saw the man of the platinum stud again, and on
seeing him, stopped dead where she was, holding Lauriston back. The man,
leisurely smoking his cigar, was chatting to another man, who, from the
fact that he was carrying a small suit-case in one hand and a rug over the
other arm, had evidently come in by the just-arrived express. "Yes!" she
continued. "That's the man! And--we've just got to follow him wherever he
goes!"
"What on earth for?" asked Lauriston. "What mystery's this? Who is he?"
At that moment the two men parted, with a cordial handshake; the man of
the suit-case and the rug turned towards the stairs which led to the
underground railway; the other man walked slowly away through the front of
the station in the direction of the Great Northern Hotel.
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