man stood looking abstractedly into the window at the cakes and pies,
his back toward her.

Instantly Mary Louise felt her heart sink. She did not need to see the
man's face to recognize the detective. Nor did he stir as she passed him
by and proceeded up the street. But how did he happen to be there? Had
she accidentally stumbled upon him, or had he purposely placed himself
in her path to assure her that escape from him was impossible?

As she reached the next corner a street car came rushing along, halted a
brief moment and proceeded on its way. In that moment Mary Louise had
stepped aboard and as she entered the closed section and sank into a
seat she breathed a sigh of relief. The man at the bakery window had not
followed her. The car made one or two more stops, turned a corner and
stopped again. This time the little man with the fat nose deliberately
swung himself to the rear platform, paid his fare and remained there. He
didn't look at Mary Louise at all, but she looked at him and her
expression was one of mingled horror and fear.

A mile farther on the car reached the end of its line and the conductor
reversed the trolley-pole and prepared for the return journey. Mary
Louise kept her seat. The detective watched the motorman and conductor
with an assumption of stupid interest and retained his place on the
platform.

On the way back to the business section of Dorfield, Mary Louise
considered what to do next. She was very young and inexperienced; she
was also, at this moment, very weary and despondent. It was clearly
evident that she could not escape this man, whose persistence impressed
her with the imminent danger that threatened her grandfather if she went