I had already a
good four hours before the steamer from Abo was due, and I intended to
satisfy myself whether or not I was being followed.
Within twenty minutes the fellow lounged along on the opposite side of
the road, just as I had expected. He had changed his clothes, and
presented such a different appearance that at first sight I failed to
recognize him. He knew that I had driven there, and intended to follow
me if I came forth. My position was one of extreme difficulty, for if I
went down to the quay he would most certainly follow me.
Having watched his movements for ten minutes or so I descended to the
big _salle-a-manger_ and there ate my luncheon, chatting to the French
waiter the while. I sat purposely in an alcove, so as to be away from
the other people lunching there, and in order that I might be able to
talk with the waiter without being overheard.
Just as I had finished my meal, and he was handing me my bill, I bent
towards him and asked--
"Do you want to earn twenty roubles?"
"Well, m'sieur," he answered, looking at me with some surprise.
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