“Evidently the thief dropped the coat before he could search it,” commented Mr. Hopkins. “I’m glad of that. How much money did you lose, Ted?”
“It wasn’t money, sir. We had a letter of credit.”
“Good for you. Then you won’t lose a cent. Just have a little delay, that’s all. I’ll have the conductor notify your bank. In the meantime, if you need any ready money, I shall be glad—”
“Thank you, we have about thirty dollars between us, in other pockets.”
While they had been talking, the two had passed through three coaches in quest of the conductor, finally finding him in the fourth.
“Suspect any one?” demanded that official, when he had been apprised of the robbery.
“No,” returned Ted.
“Then it’s a hopeless task to locate the thief, I’m afraid,” said the conductor.
“Just write a telegram to the bank and I’ll send it at the next station.”
Ordering a brakeman to stay in each passenger coach for the remainder of the night, the man in charge of the train went to the scene of the theft and closely questioned all the passengers, but none of them had seen or heard anything until awakened by Phil’s cries.