Bradley held a sovereign between his fingers. Slouching at his side with his eyes upon the towing-path, Riderhood held his left hand open, with a certain slight drawing action towards himself. Bradley dipped in his purse for another sovereign, and two chinked in Riderhood’s hand, the drawing action of which, promptly strengthening, drew them home to his pocket.

“Now, I must follow him,” said Bradley Headstone. “He takes this river-road⁠—the fool!⁠—to confuse observation, or divert attention, if not solely to baffle me. But he must have the power of making himself invisible before he can shake Me off.”

Riderhood stopped. “If you don’t get disapinted agin, t’otherest, maybe you’ll put up at the lock-house when you come back?”

“I will.”