"I don't mind that," said Scott, bitterly, "but he has robbed me."
"Eh?" returned the clerk, briskly. "What's that?"
"He stole ten pounds in English notes from my pocket while I slept."
The clerk whistled.
"Is he a relation of yours?" he asked.
"No; he was only a fellow passenger on the ship Arcturus, which arrived in this port yesterday morning."
"Then you haven't know him long?"
"No."
"I am very much surprised. He seemed like a gentleman."
"What shall I do?" asked Scott, feeling that he needed advice from some one who knew the world better than he did.