"I'll bring my son Henry to prove that he lost the pocket-book when he was going to pay the rent."
"That will not be necessary. All you will have to do will be to describe the pocket-book and its contents, and, if your description is correct, I will take it for granted that it belongs to you, and give it to you at once."
"Describe it, sir?"
"Yes, what was the color?"
"I can't justly say, sir, for it was Henry's pocket-book," said Mrs. Manson, hesitating; "but I think it was black."
"And how much money was there in it?"
"Thirty dollars," said the widow, with a little hesitation.
"Then the pocket-book isn't yours. Good morning, madam."
"It's hard upon a poor widow to lose her money, sir, and then have the finder refuse to give it up," whined Mrs. Manson.
"It would be, no doubt; but it would be equally hard for the real owner of the money for me to give it to the wrong person."