Justin Wood smiled as he saw how unconscious Lane was of his presence. Then he walked forward quietly and laid his hand on Lane's arm.
"Mr. Lane," he said, "this is an unexpected pleasure."
Lane turned quickly, and looked very much disconcerted when he saw who it was that accosted him.
"I—I didn't expect to meet you here," he stammered.
"I presume not. Don't you recognize this boy?"
"Scott Walton?"
"Yes; I am glad you have not forgotten him. He is here on business."
"On business?"
"Yes; in a fit of absence of mind you relieved him of fifty dollars, or the equivalent in English bank notes. I don't say anything about the considerably larger sum which you took from me in London, for I can stand the loss, but this boy is poor and wants the money back."
"I can't give it to him," said Lane, desperately.