returned Matt. "You ought to make an effort to find him."
"Of course! of course!" assented the man heartily. "I don't want to keep anybody's money—not if I know it is theirs. Let me see if there is a card in it."
He turned the pocket-book around and put his fingers first in one pocket and then another.
"Not a blessed thing but that pile of bills," he went on. "Now, isn't that strange?"
Then he suddenly drew from his vest pocket a gold watch and looked at it.
"Quarter to three!" he exclaimed in a startled tone. "And I must catch the three o'clock train for Baltimore! I haven't time to look up the owner of this pocket-book, valuable as it is."
"You might take a later train," suggested Matt.
The man shook his head.
"No, I have an engagement in Baltimore immediately upon the arrival of this train which I would not miss for a dozen such pocket-books."
"Then you'll have to take the money with you."
"I wouldn't feel just right about doing that," returned the man with a bland smile. "I would feel like a thief. I'll tell you what I will do," he went on smoothly and earnestly. "Give me twenty
