him.

"Why, Gus Andre," he said, "when did you come to town, and how did you
leave all the folks in Bridgeport?"

"You have made a mistake," said Ben.

"Isn't your name Gus Andre?"

"No, it is Ben Barclay, from Pentonville."

"I really beg your pardon. You look surprisingly like my friend
Gussie."

Five minutes later there was another tap on our hero's shoulder, as he
was looking into another window, and another nicely dressed young man
said heartily: "Why, Ben, my boy, when did you come to town?"

"This morning," answered Ben. "You seem to know me, but I can't
remember you."

"Are you not Ben Barclay, of Pentonville."

"Yes, but----"

"Don't you remember Jim Fisher, who passed part of the summer, two
years since, in your village?"

"Where were you staying?" asked Ben.