He slipped through the large, elaborately decorated scarlet arch with the golden dragon on top and darted inside the first stall, which was selling drapes and oriental tapestries. Boot followed and looked around quickly, craning his head this way and that, too swiftly to really see anything. Neville had his back turned, but was watching in the face of his wristwatch, which he could transform into a small mirror by pressing on one of the dials. The proprietor of the stall was busy with another customer and gave Neville no more than a fleeting glance.