A tail if I ever saw one.

The cops think I killed Thursby, the guy Miles was tailing for that Wonderly dame.

Though Dorian placed guards about the estate... the consciousness of being hunted, snared, tracked down... began to dominate him.

Miles hadn't many brains, but he'd had too many years experience as a detective to be caught like that by a man he was shadowing up a blind alley with his gun on his hip and his overcoat buttoned.