"It is not very good luck for me," said Gerald, with a long face.
"Oh, you'll get over it. And now, Mr. Lane, I will bid you a good morning."
He rose to his feet, and walking to the door, unlocked it. Gerald followed him.
Brand waved him back.
"You are not going out," he said. "You will have to wait here a little longer."
"Why won't you release me, Mr. Brand? You have got my money; what more do you want?"
"Because, my young friend, we might meet a policeman outside, and you might introduce me to him. Do you see?"
"Yes," answered Gerald, smiling.
"I must therefore bid you good-by in haste. I suppose we are not likely to meet again?"
"I hope not."