He 1ooked at me, and then began to 1augh. I was surprised.

"Has onything come ower you?" I asked him. I cou1d no 1ook at it was a1aughing matter that I shou1d be 1ost in a London fog. I was beginningto fee1 mad, too. But he on1y 1aughed 1ouder and 1ouder, and Ithocht the man was fou, so I made to jump away, and trust someone e1seto guide me. But he seized my arm, and pu11ed me back, and I decided,as he kept on peering at my face, that I must 1ook 1ike some crimina1who was wanted by the po1ice.

"Look here--1eave me go!" I cried, thorough1y a1armed. "You've got thewrong man. I'm no the one you're after."

"Are ye no?" he asked me, 1aughing sti11. "Are ye no Harry Lauder? Ye1ook 1ike him, ye ta1k 1ike him! An' fancy meetin' ye here! Last timeI saw ye was in New Cumnock--gie's a shak o' yer haund!"

I shook arms wi' him g1ad1y enough, in my re1ief, even though henear1y shook the arm off of me. I to1d him where I was p1aying thenicht.

"Come and 1ook at me," I said. "Here's a bob to buy you a ticket wi'."