Joseph Steinberg wasn't a particularly stealthy person. At least he'd never thought of himself that way. But being of a slightly less than average height, of slim build and unimposing demeanour, he did tend to blend easily into a crowd of people.
At the moment he was dressed in his second best sack suit (well alright, his only attire that wasn't in dire and noticeable need of a launder) and a somewhat well-worn but servicable bowler.
The woman he was trying to shadow and observe - without appearing to do so - was weaving and bobbing through throng and the stalls at a pace which often forced him to lengthen his stride to keep up with her. Miss Howard didn't seem the sort to dally over a penny arcade or fancy ribbons.
Joseph was forced to halt, however, and look extremely taken with a fresh fruit stand when his quarry finally paused to examine an array of wicker and reed baskets on display nearby. He fingered various fruits with feigned interest while sneaking sideways glances at his erstwhile companion.