The grin faded from the other's face. He looked puzzled.
"You're Jimmy Crocker, ain't you?"
"No. My name chances to be Algernon Bayliss."
Jerry Mitchell reddened.
"'Scuse me. My mistake."
He was moving off, but Jimmy stopped him. Parting from Ann had left a large gap in his life, and he craved human society.
"I know you now," he said. "You're Jerry Mitchell. I saw you fight Kid Burke four years ago in London."
The grin returned to the pugilist's face, wider than ever. He beamed with gratification.
"Gee! Think of that! I've quit since then. I'm working for an old guy named Pett. Funny thing, he's Jimmy Crocker's uncle that I mistook you for. Say, you're a dead ringer for that guy! I could have sworn it was him when you bumped into me. Say, are you doing anything?"
"Nothing in particular."