Shindler could still make his escape. But the taxi-cab that held Wilsnach, she could see, had already passed on to the west of Fifth Avenue.
Sadie hovered about the news-stand for an irresolute moment or two and then started westward. She stood back in the shadow of a Subway kiosk to wait for a Madison Avenue surface-car to swing about into Vanderbilt, when on the opposite corner, emerging demurely and quietly from the grill of the Manhattan, she caught sight of a figure wearing tortoise-shell "blinkers" and carrying a yellow handbag.
It was Shindler. She at once turned about and descended the Subway steps, wondering whether or not this figure was destined to come down the same underground passage that for the moment concealed her.
As soon as she felt reasonably assured that this was not to be the case, she hurriedly retraced her steps. By the time she reached the street Shindler was well past the kiosk and was now walking definitely eastward. He was doing so with a quite unlooked for briskness of step.
Sadie, still carrying her newspaper, followed him. She continued to follow him as he turned southward
