"At the Commercial Hotel."
"Shall you be there to-morrow morning?"
"Yea, verily."
"It strikes me," thought the detective, who was himself a native of Philadelphia, "he rather overdoes the 'yea, verily.' I have lived in Philadelphia, and I never heard any of the 'Friends' use the expression so freely."
"How do you identify the wallet?" he asked, aloud. "How do you know it is yours?"
"By the appearance."
"Appearances are deceitful, as you said a little while ago. Can you tell me what are the contents?"
So saying, the detective, to whom the wallet had been passed, made a motion to open the wallet.
"I trust thee will not open the wallet," said the Quaker, hastily.
"Why not?"