Hastily Mr. Graham replaced the things he had removed, nailed down the lid and re-corded the box. Then came the labour of hoisting it over the side into the dinghy and taking it back to the station.
He arrived almost breathless at the parcels office, just as a very irate man was coming out. The two W. Grahams were face to face.
"Confound you, sir!" roared the Acting Manager. "What are you doing with my property?"
"Returning it," replied the Scoutmaster. "You'll find nothing missing."
"Of no value to you, I suppose?" snapped the other, sarcastically.
"That," rejoined Mr. Graham, "is beside the point. If you will listen to my explanation I think you will see the funny side of the affair. My surname happens to be the same as your own; so do the initials."
As the explanation proceeded, the Acting Manager's face grew less angry, until he actually laughed.
"All right, dear old boy," he exclaimed. "Come and have a drink?"
The Scoutmaster declined the invitation.
"Then let me give you a couple of tickets for tomorrow night's show," persisted the theatrical man.