Rosina was walking towards the carriage which was waiting for her, when she suddenly realised that there was a familiar figure on the other side of the road.
It was Arthur Woodward.
He was just coming out of a small, shabby house, and it seemed to her that there was something furtive in his manner.
He turned sharply to the right and began walking down the street at a determined pace, as if it was important for him to reach somewhere quickly.
On an impulse Rosina stood up on the seat of the carriage which was open and said to Wilkins,
“Follow that man who is walking along the pavement. Keep well behind him because I wish to know where he is going.”
Wilkins chuckled.
“What are you up to now, Miss Rosina?” he asked.
“He’s a bad and wicked man,” Rosina answered, “and I want to know wha
