“Let him come in,” and Jack was admitted.
A sad-faced woman of fifty, with her eyes swollen from weeping, made her appearance from a back room.
“Has any trace been found of my money?” asked the woman, with suppressed eagerness.
“If you will describe the notes as well as you can remember them, I will be able to answer you,” said Jack, who saw that Mrs. Breeze’s personal description exactly corresponded with that furnished by the trust company.
“The six one-thousand-dollar bills were new, but I didn’t notice the name of the bank either on them or on the other notes, one of which was a five-hundred-dollar and the other two one-hundred. I had them in a large, oblong envelope. That is all I can say about them.”
“I think you have described them correctly,” said Jack, producing the envelope he had picked up. “Is this your property?”
The woman pounced on the envelope like a hawk, opened the flap, took out the money and counted it with eager eyes; then, satisfied that it was all there, restored to her in the most wonderful manner after she had given it up for lost, she sank back in her chair and began to cry convulsively.
After a moment or two she recovered her composure and inquired of Jack how the money had been found.
He told her how he had picked it up close to the entrance of the trust company.
She had drawn the money at two o’clock, and Jack had found it close on to four.