From the house of suspicious appearance Mr. Jay betook himself to a cigar-divan, and read the magazines over a cheroot.  I sat at a table near him, and read the magazines, likewise, over a cheroot.  From the divan he strolled to the tavern, and had his chops.  I strolled to the tavern, and had my chops.  When he had done, he went back to his lodging.  When I had done, I went back to mine.  He was overcome with drowsiness early in the evening, and went to bed.  As soon as I heard him snoring, I was overcome with drowsiness, and went to bed also.

Early in the morning, my two subordinates came to make their report.  They had seen the man named “Jack” leave the woman at the gate of an apparently respectable villa-residence, not far from the Regent’s Park.  Left to himself, he took a turning to the right, which led to a sort of suburban street, principally inhabited by shopkeepers.  He stopped at the private door of one of the houses, and let himself in with his own key,—­looking about him as he opened the door, and staring suspiciously at my men as they lounged along on the opposite side of the way.  These were all the particulars which the subordinates had to communicate.  I kept them in my room to attend on me, if needful, and mounted to my Peep-Hole to have a look at Mr. Jay.

He was occupied in dressing himself, and was taking extraordinary pains to destroy all traces of the natural slovenliness of his appearance.  This was precisely what I expected.  A vagabond like Mr. Jay knows the importance of giving himself a respectable look when he is going to run the risk of changing a stolen bank-note.  At five minutes past ten o’clock he had given the last brush to his shabby hat and the last scouring with bread-crumb to his dirty gloves.  At ten minutes past ten he was in the street, on his way to the nearest cab-stand, and I and my subordinates were close on his heels.

He took a cab, and we took a cab.  I had not overheard them appoint a place of meeting, when following them in the Park on the previous day; but I soon found that we were proceeding in the old direction of the Avenue-Road gate.  The cab in which Mr. Jay was riding turned into the Park slowly.  We stopped outside, to avoid exciting suspicion.  I got out to follow the cab on foot.  Just as I did so, I saw it stop, and detected the two confederates approaching it from among the trees.  They got in, and the cab was turned about directly.  I ran back to my own cab, and told the driver to let them pass him, and then to follow as before.

The man obeyed my directions, but so clumsily as to excite their suspicions.  We had been driving after them about three minutes, (returning along the road by which we had advanced,) when I looked out of the window to see how far they might be ahead of us.  As I did this, I saw two hats popped out of the windows of their cab, and two faces looking back at me.  I sank into my place in a cold sweat;—­the expression is coarse, but no other form of words can describe my condition at that trying moment.