still remained. My injunctions were not to approach him if he failed to remove them. He had the air of a bon vivant, even to the manner in which he tucked his ebony cane beneath his arm in order to light a choice cigar. 

Most of the passengers crossed the bridge on their way out, while others made their exit by the little wicket, some of them entering the dusty motor-'bus which plies to Paignton. Once, only once, his small narrow brown eyes met mine, and I saw in them a look of quick inquiry and shrewd cunning. Then, still wearing his gloves as a sign to me to hold aloof, he leisurely crossed the bridge to the down-platform and strolled along the hot, dusty road into the town. As far as I could discern, nobody was watching his movements at all; nevertheless, I could only suppose that he had great cause for precaution, otherwise he would have allowed me to approach and speak to him. 

True, there was a queer, insignificant-looking old lady in rusty black, who had been on the platform when I had arrived, who had crossed the bridge and waited for the train from Plymouth, and who was now making her way back into Totnes in the direction we were walking. Could it be possible that he feared her? It struck me that he might have recognized that I had traveled there to meet him in place of the man now deceased; therefore I hurried on and got in front so that he might, if he so wished, follow me to the Seymour Hotel. 

But judge my chagrin when at last we entered the main street, and while I turned down towards the bridge, he turned in the opposite direction thus showing that he had not detected my anxiety to speak with him. And the old lady had followed in his footsteps.Suddenly a thought occurred to me.  It was surely more than probable that Mr Dawnay was there to meet the man Arnold, in ignorance of his death.  Therefore, having allowed him to get on some distance, I turned upon my heel and followed him.

His movements were certainly curious.  He was undoubtedly avoiding the unwelcome attentions of the old lady, who now seemed to be acting in conjunction with a dark-haired, middle-aged man with beetling brows, who wore a shabby brown suit and a last year's straw hat.

The man with the red cravat entered an inn in Fore Street, and remained there a full hour, the other man watching in the vicinity.  Then, on emerging, he went to a chemist's, and afterwards turned his footsteps back towards the station.

I saw that his intention was to leave Totnes.  Therefore, in preference to following on foot, I 

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