"That is quite reasonable," said the old gentleman. "I don't know how
much money there is in my wallet."

"What is there besides money in the pocketbook?" asked Andy following up
his advantage.

"I think there are a few postage stamps," answered Robinson at a guess.

"You certainly have a good deal of assurance, young man," said the old
gentleman in a tone of reproof. "If I were in this gentleman's place I
would summon a policeman at once."

"I prefer to give the boy a chance," said Robinson, who had his own
reasons for not bringing the matter to the knowledge of the police. "I
don't want to get him into trouble. I only want my money back."

"You are more considerate than he deserves," said Andy's critic. "And by
the way, here is the hotel detective. Officer, will you come here,
please? Here is a case that requires your attention."

The hotel detective, a quiet-looking man, approached.

Robinson was far from thanking the old gentleman for his officiousness.
He feared recognition.

"What is the matter?" asked the detective, coming up and eying Robinson
sharply.

The old gentleman volunteered an explanation.