"Yes. I must go to my bank and draw some funds for my journey."
"Then you can do me a favour."
"A thousand, if you want them, after what you've done for me."
"Will you oblige me by taking charge of several chests of Mr. Riddle's stereopticon views; they're heavy, but fragile and very valuable, and I've promised him I'd find some one to take them up to town for him, and put them in safe keeping. Where do you bank?"
"Bank of England, Victoria Street branch."
"Will you leave it in their charge subject to my order?"
"Certainly. How many cases?"
"Five, and they're rather heavy."
"All right. Have the chests put in the luggage cart, and I'll look out for them. Now I must tell my—why, it's Kent-Lauriston!" and to their mutual astonishment, they beheld that gentleman standing close beside them.
"Good afternoon," he said. "You didn't expect to see me? I wired Mrs. Roberts."