The order had come in a letter the day before, and Cross was anxious to get it cashed before Charles Shotmore should become aware of his loss.
"I've a good mind to follow that boy and see if I can't get hold of that money," said Cross to himself.
As Robert went out of the post-office he came behind him.
Not far away was a drug store, where several directories lay on a stand for the use of the public.
Robert stepped into the drug store to look for Herman Wenrich's name in the directory, and Andy Cross took a stand outside where he might watch the boy.
While the sharper was waiting, he felt himself touched on the arm, and wheeling about, found himself confronted by the man to whom the stolen money order belonged.
"Mr. Smith, I wish to speak to you," said Charles Shotmore, somewhat excitedly. He did not know Cross' real name, for he had never heard it.
"What do you want?" demanded Andy Cross, as coolly as he could, although he was much disconcerted.
"I—I—that is, I believe you have a letter belonging to me."
"A letter belonging to you?"