"I should say that we had," replied my friend, scanning the farmer's face keenly.
"You were stationed at one time in Melbourne?" Mr. Wright inquired.
"For a number of years."
"And of course you remember that I landed at that city ten years since, with one hundred pounds in my pocket?"
"Large numbers of emigrants arrived with more money than that," replied the ex-inspector.
"But my case was a peculiar one, for the first night that I stopped on shore my hundred pounds were stolen," continued Mr. Wright.
"Quite a common case," my friend said; "women are fair to look upon after a long sea voyage."
"D—— it, you have 'hit the nail on its head," cried the Englishman, hastily. "I lost all my money."
"I knew you would say that, if you told all. Go on."
"I complained to the police, and you investigated the circumstances, and found my hundred pounds after some trouble," he continued. "Be thankful that I was young and inexperienced at that period," cried the ex-inspector, with a laugh.