"But it's not so evident that one of us ought not to have followed the
man and woman," said Quarles. "They may have gone to do the warning."
"I think not," I answered. "If you have noted our direction you will find
we have traveled a pretty circuitous route. He'll wait until he thinks he
is safe from pursuit, and then take a bee line for his destination."
As if he would prove my words Squires mended his pace, swinging down one
street and up another as if he had suddenly become definite. At corners
he gained on us, I think he must have run the moment he was out of sight,
and in one short street we were only just in time to see him disappear
round a corner.
"I'm going to give this up soon, Wigan," said Quarles as we hurried in
pursuit. "I don't care how many jewels the chalice had in it."
We were round the corner. Squires had disappeared, but we could hear
running feet in the distance.
"That settles it," said Quarles, coming to halt a dozen yards from the
corner. "Go on if you like, Wigan, but--"
I heard no more. Something struck me, enveloped me, and there was an end.
I am not very sure when a new beginning happened.
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