During the afternoon Bernard walked through the Strand and Fleet Street. He found plenty to attract his attention. Though the signs were English he found a great difference between English and American shops. Near the Bank of England he met Nelson Sturgis.
“Glad to meet you, Bernard,” said the Boston drummer. “I have some news for you.”
“What is it, Mr. Sturgis?”
“Your friend, the professor, has called upon me at the Charing Cross.”
Bernard was startled.
“How do you think he guessed we were there?”
“In the easiest way in the world. He found the cabby who had driven us to the hotel.”
“Was he looking for me?”
“Yes. When he saw me his face brightened. He demanded you, thinking that you were somewhere in the hotel.”
“It is lucky I didn’t stay there. Is he there now?”