"Is this the one Ed Foster lost?" asked Diddick. "We heard
something about it."

"The same one," answered Walter as he picked the wallet from the
road where it had fallen. "See, it has his name on it."

"I feel creepy--almost as if something supernatural had put it into
my tool-box," said Cora in a curiously quiet voice.

"More likely some unnatural person did it," spoke Jack quickly. "Yet
who in the world would do it? If I had seen--"

He stopped suddenly, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"And it was on top of the pump and jack," mused Cora, after a quick
look at her brother. "I haven't used the pump since--let me see--"

"Since the day of the collision--the day when the pocketbook was
lost," interrupted jack. "You pumped up a tire just before the race,
so that the pocketbook must have been placed there right after the
robbery."

"Or loss," added Walter. "Some one may have found the wallet, taken
out the money and bonds, and then thrown the empty pocketbook away."

"That some one threw it in a curious place," remarked Elizabeth
dryly.

"Indeed, they did," observed Cora. "It looks--"