"So you're going to keep this appointment?" said Wedgwood.
"Of course! Look here—can't you come along? Keep me in sight, you know! And if it's something that seems really important, I'll get the person, whoever she is, to tell the two of us. Come on!"
"Yes," agreed Wedgwood. He turned down Queen's Road at Nottidge's side. "You'd better be careful about what you say, at first. If the woman—if it is a woman—knows I'm a police-officer she may be off. Say I'm a friend of yours—don't mention anything about police or detectives."
"Leave it to me!" agreed Nottidge, eagerly. "I'll work it all right!"
Near the foot of Queen's Road he went forward alone, leaving Wedgwood to follow. The detective, sauntering slowly in his rear, but carefully keeping him in sight, saw him presently joined at the corner by the young woman whom he himself had just seen at the half-opened door in Cleveland Square.
