“I just wanted to tell you that I had got back my jewel box, the one for which I mistook yours.”
“Indeed!” said Rodney, who did not believe a word the fellow said.
“Quite an amusing mistake, I made.”
“It might have proved serious to me.”
“Very true, as I shouldn’t have known where to find you to restore your property.”
“I don’t think that would have troubled you much,” thought Rodney. “Where did you find your box?” he asked.
“In the car. That is, the conductor picked it up and left it at the depot for me. Where are you staying here in the city? At the Astor House?”
“No, I have found a boarding house on West Fourteenth Street.”
“If it is a good place, I should like to go there. What is the number?”
“I can’t recall it, though I could find it,” answered Rodney with reserve, for he had no wish to have his railroad acquaintance in the house.