“I’m glad to see you,” remarked Dick, for the want of something better to say.

“I thought you would be.”

“I did not, however, expect to see you in America,” remarked Kidd.

“No?”

“You seemed so wrapped up in Paris I did not suppose you would ever leave it.”

“I came to New York to pay a visit and for a change of scene.”

“Have you friends here?”

“Are you not my friend?”

“Certainly.”

Kidd had never uttered a greater lie.