Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings

middle height. In short, he baffled me altogether. The years that had passed had left nothing of his old self, except the bright, straightforward look in his eyes. There I found our nice boy again, and there I concluded to stop in my investigation.
`Welcome back to the old place, Mr. Franklin,' I said. `All the more welcome, sir, that you have come some hours before we expected you.'
`I have a reason for coming before you expected me,' answered Mr. Franklin. `I suspect, Betteredge, that I have been followed and watched in London, for the last three or four days; and I have travelled by the morning instead of the afternoon train, because I wanted to give a certain dark-looking stranger the slip.'
Those words did more than surprise me. They brought back to my mind, in a flash, the three jugglers, and Penelope's notion that they meant some mischief to Mr. Franklin Blake.
`Who's watching you, sir,--and why?' I inquired.