And--there, now, what did I
tell you? He's coming out, now! Be handy--more depends on it than you're
aware of."
Yada, seen clearly in the moonlight which flooded that side of the street,
came out of the door which they had left a few minutes earlier. His smart
suit of grey tweed had disappeared under a heavy fur-collared overcoat; a
black bowler hat surmounted his somewhat pallid face. He looked neither to
right nor left, but walked swiftly up the street in the direction of the
Euston Road. And when he had gone some thirty yards, Ayscough pushed Melky
before him out of their retreat.
"You go first," he whispered, "I'll come after you. Keep an eye on him as
far as you can--didn't I tell you he'd come out when we'd left? Be wary!"
Melky slipped away up the street on the dark side and continued to track
the slim figure quickly advancing in the moonlight. He followed until they
had passed the front of the hospital--a few yards further, and Yada
suddenly crossed the road in the direction of the Underground Railway. He
darted in at the entrance to the City-bound train, and disappeared, and
Melky, uncertain what to do, almost danced with excitement until Ayscough
came leisurely towards him.
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