“He didn’t know it till I spoke,” persisted Billy. “You see he doesn’t belong here--hasn’t been in London before for fifteen years. Well, anyhow he said he was glad an American could tell him what he’d asked half a dozen Englishmen who couldn’t. Then we walked on together a bit, and found we were both traveling alone and seeing the sights, and I asked him to meet me for dinner. Then we went to the Tower together, and out to Kew Gardens, and then he moved to my hotel and we rather joined forces. He’s an awfully good sort.”