By degrees, too, he began to see how it was he was so cleverly watched, yet without the appearance of it.  The people did nothing directly.  They behaved obliquely.  He laughed in his mind as the thought thus clothed itself in words, but the phrase exactly described it.  They looked at him from angles which naturally should have led their sight in another direction altogether.  Their movements were oblique, too, so far as these concerned himself.  The straight, direct thing was not their way evidently.  They did nothing obviously.  If he entered a shop to buy, the woman walked instantly away and busied herself with something at the farther end of the counter, though answering at once when he spoke, showing that she knew he was there and that this was only her way of attending to him.  It was the fashion of the cat she followed.  Even in the dining-room of the inn, the be-whiskered and courteous waiter, lithe and silent in all his movements, never seemed able to come straight to his table for an order or a dish.  He came by zigzags, indirectly, vaguely, so that he appeared to be going to another table altogether, and only turned suddenly at the last moment, and was there beside him.

Vezin smiled curiously to himself as he described how he began to realize these things.  Other tourists there were none in the hostel, but he recalled the figures of one or two old men, inhabitants, who took their dejeuner and dinner there, and remembered how fantastically they entered the room in similar fashion.  First, they paused in the doorway, peering about the room, and then, after a temporary inspection, they came in, as it were, sideways, keeping close to the walls so that he wondered which table they were making for, and at the last minute making almost a little quick run to their particular seats.  And again he thought of the ways and methods of cats.

Other small incidents, too, impressed him as all part of this queer, soft town with its muffled, indirect life, for the way some of the people appeared and disappeared with extraordinary swiftness puzzled him exceedingly.  It may have been all perfectly natural, he knew, yet he could not make it out how the alleys swallowed them up and shot them forth in a second of time when there were no visible doorways or openings near enough to explain the phenomenon.  Once he followed two elderly women who, he felt, had been particularly examining him from across the street—­quite near the inn this was—­and saw them turn the corner a few feet only in front of him.  Yet when he sharply followed on their heels he saw nothing but an utterly deserted alley stretching in front of him with no sign of a living thing.  And the only opening through which they could have escaped was a porch some fifty yards away, which not the swiftest human runner could have reached in time.