Then he went to find the gentleman, saying that he would return in a few moments.

He had no sooner left me than my mind reverted to the man who had been the bugbear of my thoughts since we left New York.

Presently Mr.Murmurtot touched my arm.

Looking up suddenly, I saw standing before me the very man of whom I had been thinking.
"Mr.Lane, let me introduce you to Mr.Fenlon," said the detective.
I shook the hand that was extended to me mechanically, and made some incoherent response--I do not remember what.

I had been taken by surprise.