"Mr. Graham?"
"As he calls himself. I don't suppose he has any rightful claim to the name."
"Surely, Mr. Waterbury, you are not going to let him keep the money," said Tom energetically; "I'll go with you, and make him give it up. Where is his stateroom?"
"Just opposite—No. 62."
"We had better go at once," said Tom, sitting up in his berth.
"Oh, no; he's welcome to all there is in the pocketbook."
"Wasn't there anything in it?"
"It was stuffed full."
Tom was more than ever convinced that his roommate was crazy. He had heard that misfortune sometimes affected a man's mind; and he was inclined to think that here was a case in point.
"You'll get it back," said he soothingly. "Graham can't get off the boat. We will report the matter to the captain."