He
had first detected the presence of this mysterious follower outside
the house of Sin Sin Wa, but the density of the fog had made it
impossible for him to obtain a glimpse of the man's face. He was
convinced, too, that he had been followed back to Leman Street, and
from there to New Scotland Yard. Now, again he became aware of this
persistent presence, and hoped at last to confront the spy.
Below footsteps, the footsteps of someone proceeding with the utmost
caution, came along the pavement. Kerry stood close to the wall of the
court, one hand in a pocket of his overall, waiting and chewing.
Nearer came the footsteps--and nearer. A shadowy figure appeared only
a yard or so away from the watchful Chief Inspector. Thereupon he
acted.
With one surprising spring he hurled himself upon the unprepared man,
grasped him by his coat collar, and shone the light of an electric
torch fully into his face.
"Hell!" he snapped. "The smart from Spinker's!"
The ray of the torch lighted up the mean, pinched face of Brisley,
blanched now by fright, gleamed upon the sharp, hooked nose and into
the cunning little brown eyes. Brisley licked his lips. In Kerry's
muscular grip he bore quite a remarkable resemblance to a rat in the
jaws of a terrier.
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