Before his stony eye the immaculate Bartling wilted. It was a perfectly astounding likeness, but it was apparent to him when what he had ever heard and read about doubles came to him. He was confused. He blushed. It was deuced bad form going up to a perfect stranger like this and pretending you knew him. Probably the chappie thought he was some kind of a confidence johnnie or something. It was absolutely rotten! He continued to blush till one could have fancied him scarlet to the ankles. He backed away, apologising in ragged mutters. Jimmy was not insensible to the pathos of his suffering acquaintance's position; he knew Reggie and his devotion to good form sufficiently well to enable him to appreciate the other's horror at having spoken to a fellow to whom he had never been introduced; but necessity forbade any other course. However Reggie's soul might writhe and however sleepless Reggie's nights might become as a result of this encounter, he was prepared to fight it out on those lines if it took all summer. And, anyway, it was darned good for Reggie to get a jolt like that every once in a while. Kept him bright and lively. So thinking, he turned to Ann again, while the crimson Bartling tottered off to restore his nerve centres to their normal tone at some other hostelry. He found Ann staring amazedly at him, eyes wide and lips parted. "Odd, that!" he observed with a light carelessness which he admired extremely and of which he would not have believed himself capable. "I suppose I must be somebody's double. What was the name he said?" "Jimmy Crocker!" cried Ann. Jimmy raised his glass, sipped, and put it down. "Oh yes, I remember. So it was. It's a curious thing, too, that it sounds familiar. I've heard the name before somewhere." "I was talking about Jimmy Crocker on the ship. That evening on deck." Jimmy looked at her doubtfully. "Were you? Oh yes, of course. I've got it now. He is the man you dislike so." Ann was still looking at him as if he had undergone a change into something new and strange. "I hope you aren't going to let the resemblance prejudice you against _me_?" said Jimmy. "Some are born Jimmy Crockers, others have Jimmy Crockers thrust upon them. I hope you'll bear in mind that I belong to the latter class." "It's such an extraordinary thing." "Oh, I don't know. You often hear of doubles. There was a man in England a few years ago who kept getting sent to prison for things some genial stranger who happened to look like him had done." "I don't mean that. Of course there are doubles. But it is curious that you should have come over here and that we should have met like this at just this time. You see, the reason I went over to England at all was to try to get Jimmy Crocker to come back here." "What!" "I don't mean that _I_ did. I mean that I went with my uncle and aunt, who wanted to persuade him to come and live with them." Jimmy was now feeling completely out of his depth. "Your uncle and aunt? Why?"