“Tom,” he said, “this small bundle of papers is worth ten thousand dollars.”
“Is it possible?” exclaimed Tom, in amazement.
“Yes; I have made a rough estimate of their value. Now what are you going to do with them?”
“Return them, of course.”
“I thought you would say so. Luckily you will have no difficulty about it. On the envelope is the owner’s name and address—Samuel Perkins, No. 597 Pearl Street.”
“I will go there at once,” said Tom, promptly.
“Do so. The owner will be anxious if he has discovered his loss. When shall I see you again?”
“I will come to the city day after to-morrow.”
“I shall want to see you. I shall still be at the Astor House.”
While Tom is on the way to Pearl Street, we will precede him.