Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 289 of 399
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264 The White Witch. Waterloo Place, where they stopped at the Pall Mall restaurant, ap- pearing to hesitate whether to enter it or not. It was then that Godfrey caught sight of the man’s face, and felt savage with disap- pointment. For it was that of a young man witha silky chestnut moustache, and a mild, uninteresting young face. He was on the point of ordering the carriage home in irritation, when some move- ment, some gesture, he hardly knew what, on the part of the man he had been watching, woke his attention again and made him say in- stead, ‘‘ Follow them still.” They went along Piccadilly and into the Burlington Arcade. There Godfrey got out; dismissed the brougham, witha messageto Mrs, Penteith that he might not be home till late ; and, allowing time for the couple he was watching to get well into the Arcade, he followed. There were enough people about for him to be able to keep them in sight with- out fear of attracting their own observation, and when after sauntering along to the very end, they turned back, he slipped into a glove-shop, instinctively asked for sixes, twenty-five button length, and turned them over, with his eyes carefully watching the passers-by until the two he waited for passed. ‘They looked in at the window, but did not notice Godfrey peeping from behind a barricade of many-coloured and fantastically-worked gloves. He noted the man well, and as he turned to the counter and paid for his purchase, the pretty ogling girl who served him noticed that a strange change came over the face of her eccentric customer. He wanted to be again in pursuit; for in spite of the wonderful alterations and the get-up of the silky chestnut hair and moustache, and of the darkened eyebrows and eyelashes, he had recognised the detective, Cattermole. He watched them from the door of the shop as they went out into Piccadilly and got into a hansom. Godfrey jumped into another and told the man to follow. ‘They stopped at Blanchard’s, got out and dismissed the cab: so did Godfrey. ‘They sat down to a table to dine ; Godfrey chose one where he could only be seen by the lady, and dined and read the papers, taking care not to appear to notice them. He studied her appearance and manner. She had an inno- cent face, sleepy eyes, and dark hair. Her manners were shy and quiet, her voice was low, and her attention scarcely wandered from her companion, whose eye and hand she watched as a dog watches that of an ill-tempered master. When they left the place, and got into another hansom, Godfrey followed again. ‘They stopped at a house in Brompton, with ‘‘ Apartments” over the door. Mr. Cattermole went in with a latch-key, telling the driver to wait ; and both he and the lady went upstairs. Godfrey waited at a distance. Presently, seeing the man come out of the house in evening-dress, and drive off alone, he dismissed his hansom, and knocked at the door. He had seen the blinds of the first floor drawn down and lights introduced, so he asked the servant who opened the door to inquire if the lady on the first floor could Gomicbooks (E(e) m