Andy could not figure this out. He found it impossible, however, to dismiss the subject from his mind.
“People don’t go to all the bother that advertising shows,” he reasoned, “unless it’s mighty important. Can I get the pocketbook, though, after all. I threw it carelessly up on a sort of a shelf in that old shed, and it may have been removed and destroyed with other rubbish. I’ve got the day before me, with nothing to do. I wouldn’t be at all sorry if the two hundred dollars came my way in a fair, square manner. I’ll run down to Greenville. It won’t take four hours, there and back. I’ll see what there is to this affair—yes, I’ll do it.”
Andy sought out Mr. Parks and told him he was going to take a run down to Greenville on business, and would be back by evening at the latest. He caught a train about ten o’clock, and noon found him at the door of the law offices of West, Thorburn & Castle, Butler Block. Our hero entered one of three offices, where he saw a gentleman seated at a desk.
“I would like to see some member of the firm,” he said.
“I am Mr. West,” answered the lawyer.
“It is about an advertisement you put in the paper about a lost pocketbook,” explained Andy.
“Oh, indeed,” said Mr. West, looking interested at once, and arising and closing the door. “Do you know something about it?”
“I know all about it,” declared Andy. “In fact, I found it only a few minutes after it was lost.”
“On the train?”
“No, sir. Mr. Webb did not lose it on the train.”