for on the opposite side of the street she had seen Wilsnach do the same. She noticed, as she bent over a corner news-stand and inspected the second edition of an evening paper whose ink was quite dry before mid-day, that the man with the leather handbag had swung about and was retracing his steps westward. So she leisurely and aimlessly purchased a newspaper.
Wilsnach, as the enemy essayed his doubling movement, turned and stared interestedly through a plate-glass window at a seductive array of ninety-cent outing-shirts. Then he leisurely entered the store itself.
Shindler must have seen that movement, Sadie promptly surmised, for he lost no time in taking advantage of a clear field. He ducked for a cross-town car, walked through it and quickly jumped aboard another car moving westward. Wilsnach, emerging into the open, hailed a taxicab and plainly started in pursuit.
That cross-town stream of traffic was too turgid to permit of Sadie's eye following any one particular unit. She saw the twin rows of cars stop and start and stop again, and she wondered if in the complexities of that thousand-wheeled movement
