"You took a drive this morning," he said, "in a hansom, number 22,461."
"I did," said the girl, in some astonishment.
"You left your purse in the hansom, and that purse contained one hundred pounds in gold and notes."
"It did. It also contained five shillings. Have you heard anything about it? I shall be so thankful to get it back. I went to Scotland Yard, but could get no information. I was just regarding the whole affair as hopeless, although, of course, the police will do what they can. I was wondering how I could break the news to my father. Although he is rich, he hates what he calls wilful waste. Won't you sit down, Captain Keith? I wish you would."
Keith did now drop into the nearest chair.
"My father will naturally accuse me of carelessness for leaving my purse in a hansom," continued the young lady.
"I wish to goodness you had not done so, Miss Hunt!"
"How strangely you speak! Is it possible you know something about it?"
"I do; and because I don't wish the hansom-driver to get into trouble, and because it is right that you should have your money back, I have brought you—this." As the captain spoke he took a small packet and laid it on the table near Miss Hunt.
"Does this contain my purse?"