1 .sx FOLLOW THE TOFF .sx IT was not the first time that the Honourable Richard Rollison had been followed .sx It would not be the last .sx It had happened in many cities , and more than once before in this fair city of Paris in the Spring .sx It had happened by day and by night , on land , on sea and in the air .sx Rollison himself , if challenged , would have said that he believed that every possible variation of the theme had been developed , yet on this day in May he knew that he had been wrong .sx It was the first time that such beauty had followed him .sx The beauty was undoubtedly English , although he had not yet heard her speak .sx She had that curiously indefinable quality , perhaps more rightly air , about her .sx It was not only the supreme simplicity of her black and white check suit , the coat short-waisted , the skirt just long enough to be in fashion , and to show most of the shapeliness of her legs .sx Nor was it those long , slim legs , or her height- five feet eight or nine he judged- or her complexion , although undoubtedly her complexion had something to do with it .sx It was a little bit of everything .sx She had followed him from the Cafe@2 de Paris , of which it was said that if one sat long enough one would meet all the rest of the world ; in fact at the Cafe@2 de Paris he had first realised that she had been interested in him .sx She had walked past the long lines of wicker tables and chairs , most of them empty .sx The glass screens of winter had been whisked away and the spring sunshine not only made life serene but almost made it possible to forget the surging traffic , the growl and snarl of engines , the bark and clatter of taxis , the all-pervading stench of petrol fumes mingling with even worse from diesel oil .sx As Rollison had sat over late petit de@2jeuner , wondering why the French who made the world's worst coffee had a reputation for making it so well , and why the English , who made the world's best , were supposed to make the worst , the woman had walked past .sx She had looked at him and then walked quickly away .sx He had not been in a hurry , however ; such grace and slenderness and beauty were all too rare .sx He watched her go , a little pensive because he doubted whether he would ever have an excuse to meet her , perhaps not even to see her again .sx But soon she had turned back from the corner by the Place de l'Ope@2ra .sx That in itself had not been unusual ; people often walked as far as that , and then turned back .sx This time Rollison pretended to take no notice of her , but observed that she stared intently at him , and looked back at him several times .sx By then , Rollison's interest had become much stronger .sx For one thing , he realised just how remarkable the woman was to look at , and remarkable women could usually make his heart beat a little faster .sx For another thing , he was beginning to feel sure that she had recognised him and wanted to talk but could not summon up the courage- if courage was the word .sx He could make it easy for her , or make it comparatively hard .sx He would have made it easy but for the little man .sx This little man was almost certainly the man who had swindled Alice Day , who was now on her way to Australia .sx He fitted Mike's description to a T , and he spent some time at stations , outside night-clubs and other tourist haunts , offering money at a good rate of exchange .sx Only a few people seemed to deal with him , and Rollison planned to catch him red-handed with forged notes .sx Now this same man was following the Englishwoman , and Rollison did not try to guess whether she knew it or not .sx If she knew , she was taking no notice- unless , of course , awareness of the surveillance of the little man kept her from approaching Rollison boldly .sx It was a mildly intriguing situation , and quite entertaining ; it would have been amusing but for the woman's obvious anxiety .sx Beauty in distress was never even remotely comic .sx An ordinary man , assessing the situation as Rollison assessed it , would almost certainly have found an excuse to talk to the woman , and might possibly have tried to shoo the little man off .sx There were times when Rollison- known as the Toff to the police of seven continents and to the criminals of six , would have taken such direct action , but this was not one of them .sx He had two reasons for being intrigued :sx his Aunt Gloria's two hundred pounds , and this beauty .sx At ten minutes to eleven the woman was some way along the Boulevard des Capucines in the direction of the Madeleine , and the little man was fifty yards behind her .sx Every motor car in Paris seemed to be crammed into the road which had seemed wide in the days of horse carriages .sx Rollison called for his bill , paid , and allowed himself to be swept across the road with a surge of human beings all racing to make sure that they reached the opposite pavement before the roaring monsters of iron and steel were unleashed at the whirl of a gendarme's white baton or a trill on his hidden whistle .sx Once on the far side , Rollison watched the woman , and he was tall enough to see and be seen without difficulty .sx When he was sure that she had spotted him , he discontinued a tentative interest in a window which exhibited every refinement of feminine foundation in black , pink , and pale mauve silk , and strolled towards the Madeleine .sx The woman walked in the same direction on the other side of the road .sx She followed him along the street opposite the church of the mammoth pillars towards the arid wastes of the Place de la Concorde , and then by devious dangerous routes towards the Seine .sx Now and again Rollison made sure that not only the woman but the little man was behind him .sx Then , as if at a loose end , he crossed to the Rue de Rivoli and became one of the thousands of tourists promenading beneath the arches and seduced by a million model Eiffel Towers and a thousand Joan of Arcs .sx The woman drew closer .sx Rollison dawdled .sx He thought that this time she would speak , for she actually passed within a yard of him .sx He imagined that he could hear her breathing agitatedly- but she passed without stopping .sx Rollison continued to study a window resplendent in Arab leatherwork and Moroccan silver , as the little man drew nearer .sx This little man was quite remarkable too .sx The task of following an individual through a city the size of Paris is not easy even for those people physically adapted to it , but he was only about five feet two inches high .sx Heads and shoulders of all sizes , chests and bosoms of all shapes , arms and even hands got in his way , but doggedly he kept on the trail .sx He wasn't remarkable in any other way ; in fact he was the type who could easily get lost in a crowd .sx Rollison judged him to be French , not only because he was blue-jowled and wore a slightly faded beret , but because he chain-smoked Skol cigarettes ; only a Frenchman could have such hardihood and courage .sx He had a pinched nose which looked as if it had been pushed to one side , and a little bloodless mouth , a surprisingly square and thrusting chin , and a well cut brown suit ; the beret did not quite match up to this .sx He wore suede shoes too of dark brown , a shade darker than the brown of his suit .sx All of this Mike had described very well .sx The woman had gone by .sx The little Frenchman was following .sx Rollison judged his moment , and stepped into the little man's path .sx There was a ridiculous contretemps of dither and dart , as if each man was trying to give way to the other , but in fact Rollison did not mean to give way until the moment was right .sx So they collided .sx A woman gasped :sx " Oo !sx " as only someone born in Blackpool could .sx The little man reeled back , as if dazed .sx Rollison gave a dazzling smile and apologised , and allowed the man to pass .sx Then , watched by at least a dozen people , he darted his left hand towards the inside of his coat pocket .sx Every Method school of acting would have approved his performance .sx He looked startled , aghast , appalled , angry , and finally vengeful .sx Then in the clearest and loudest of English he called :sx " Stop thief !sx " Fifty people looked round , mostly English and American all open-mouthed , some ready to fling themselves forward with great courage , most trying to make sure that they could get out of the way .sx " Stop thief !sx " cried Rollison again , and moved with astonishing rapidity through the crowd towards the little Frenchman , who had not hurried and had not looked round .sx The Englishwoman was now staring at those massed gilt models of the Eiffel Tower , the Notre Dame , and Joan of Arc on a gilded statue , the original of which was only a hundred yards away .sx Rollison pounced on him , gripped his shoulder , and spun him round .sx The man gaped .sx A gendarme standing in the roadway trilled on his whistle , swung his baton and charged forward .sx A crowd collected , most of them people at a safe distance , but one sturdy Yorkshireman and his wife came to Rollison's support .sx " Is that reet ?sx " the Yorkshireman demanded .sx " Did he take summat out of thy pocket ?sx " " The scoundrel stole my wallet , " asserted Rollison , and as he spoke the gendarme came up and rested a hand on the butt of his revolver , warningly , and machine-gunned a dozen questions .sx " I don't understand a word you're saying , " lied Rollison hotly .sx " This man pretended to collide with me just now , and stole my wallet .sx " " That is not so , " declared the little man , in highly accented English .sx " Eet is the big lie .sx " The gendarme demanded , in French , to know what exactly had happened .sx Rollison tapped his pocket , thrust his hand inside , drew it out empty , and declared :sx " He- stole- my- wallet .sx " 3That- ees- the- lie .sx " " M'sieu , je demande que vous parlez Francais .sx " " He stole- " The little man turned to the gendarme and poured out an earnest , even an impassioned denial- he had not touched Rollison's wallet , he had not touched Rollison .sx He was a law-abiding citizen , he was not to be insulted , he- " He stole my wallet !sx " roared Rollison .sx " Eeeh , lad , better leave it to me , " said the Yorkshireman and began to talk in surprisingly colloquial French in spite of an unbelievable admixture of Yorkshire accent .sx Even the little man was silenced , and the gendarme appeared to begin to understand .sx As the Yorkshireman finished , the gendarme held his baton at the ready and spoke with the air of a Solomon :sx " If this man stole your wallet , he will have it with him now .sx " Rollison just saved himself from agreeing in French and asked the Yorkshireman :sx " What's all the blathering about ?sx " " He says that if this man stole tha wallet he'd still have it on him .sx " " Fair enough , " agreed Rollison .sx " So why not search him ?sx " " You look , you see- nothing , " declared the little Frenchman .sx He gripped the edges of his coat , and flung it open at arms' length , as if he hoped to be able to take off and fly with these homemade wings .sx He was undoubtedly convinced that the wallet was not there , perhaps because he had never met Rollison before .sx The gendarme stared , the Yorkshireman gaped and glanced with earthy satisfaction at Rollison .sx A dozen other people craned forward to see Rollison's crocodile leather wallet showing fully an inch above the Frenchman's pocket .sx " Eeeh , lad , " said the Yorkshireman , " tha'd best leave talking to me .sx Just tell me where thou 'rt staying and I'll talk to copper for thee .sx " " I don't know what I would have done without you , " said Rollison warmly .sx