"I don't care so much for the money as I do for the letters."
"Better come over to the station and make a complaint."
"Is it far? I've got an engagement at three o'clock that I don't want to miss."
"Won't take ten minutes. Come on."
At the station Richard was required to leave his full name and address, describe what had been stolen, and give a full description of the person he suspected was the thief.
"I can't give you much hopes of recovery," said the officer in charge. "Dollar bills are very much alike, and if the thief finds that he cannot put the letters to account he will probably destroy them. As to his getting other letters on the strength of the stolen slip, you had better go to the office and have the delivery stopped."
"Thank you, I will," replied Richard.
He was soon on his way back to Park Row.
"Do you remember me?" he asked of the clerk who had previously waited on him.
"Yes; what is it? Anything wrong with your letters?"