If it had been a check I could."
"Queer, I almost had a premonition that something might happen to
that twenty thousand," said Jack slowly. "Though I suppose if I say
that it makes it look bad for me," he added with a smile.
"Oh, no," Ed answered, seriously enough. "Of course not."
"Come on; let's hurry back," suggested Cora. She re-entered the
car, which shook from the running of the ungeared motor that Walter
had started for her.
"Really, Cora," began Ed, "it is useless for you to take the trouble
to go back and hunt for it, though I'm sure it's very kind--"
"It's no trouble at all."
"But have you been home to dinner?" asked Ed.
"No. Walter and I stopped at a little wayside restaurant and had
lunch. Come on, we'll hurry back to the place where the collision
took place. I'm sure we'll find the wallet. I'm very lucky that
way."
"Let me wish you the best of luck," said Ed with an attempt at
gallantry. "I'd go with you, only I must give the chief all the
particulars, in case it's stolen, you know. Then I must telephone to
the bank."
"That's all right," put in Jack. "Go ahead. We'll make a hunt for
that small fortune. Can I do anything for you here?"
"No, thanks. I think not.
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