He stopped suddenly. A blank look came over his face. Hurriedly he
felt in another pocket. Then he began a rapid search through his
clothes.

"What's the matter?" asked the secretary. "Did you mislay your
valuables?"

"Yes--no--I don't see--" murmured Ed. All the while he was making a
frantic search. His face paled. The bank officials looked anxiously
on.

"Can't you find it?" inquired the president.

"I've either lost my wallet,--or it's been stolen!" burst out Ed
desperately.

"How could it have been stolen?" asked the secretary.

"I don't know," was the answer. "I don't see how it could have
been, as, from the time it was in my pocket until now, I did not
leave my auto--"

He stopped quickly. The memory of the scene alongside the road,
where the machines had collided, came back to him with vivid
distinctness. He had alighted there, and--

He pursued his reflections no further, but hurriedly got up from the
chair.

"I must go back at once," he said. "I will make a search. I think