"The bag may come, and I have no reason to doubt the fellow's honesty."
This, I thought, would be the end of my connection with Master Bauer. He had served Rupert's turn, and would now disappear from the scene. Indeed it may be that Rupert would have liked to dispense with further aid from him; but he had few whom he could trust, and was compelled to employ those few more than once. At any rate he had not done with Bauer, and I very soon received proof of the fact. My house is a couple of miles from the station, and we had to pass through a considerable part of the old town, where the streets are narrow and tortuous and progress necessarily slow. We had just entered the Königstrasse (and it must be remembered that I had at that time no reason for attaching any special significance to this locality), and were waiting impatiently for a heavy dray to move out of our path, when my coachman, who had overheard the butler's conversation with me, leant down from his box with an air of lively excitement.
"My lord," he cried, "there's Bauer—there, passing the butcher's shop!"
I sprang up in the carriage; the man's back was towards me, and he was threading his way through the people with a quick stealthy tread. I believe he must have seen me and was slinking off as fast as he could. I was not sure of him, but the coach-
