I must inquire."
The mail was late, and as the young people waited for it to be
sorted they heard in the crowd talk indicating that the news of the
finding of the empty wallet was known. Ed had told the police, and
several reporters had also heard of the matter.
"Well, it's a very strange and romantic affair," remarked Angelina
Bott, a sentimental sort of girl, to her chum, Alice Haven. "It
would make quite a story."
"For the detectives--yes," assented Alice. Then, speaking so loudly
that Cora could not help but hear, she added: "I guess hiders make
the best finders, after all."
Cora's face turned red. Jack, with an angry retort on his lips,
stepped forward, but his sister laid a detaining hand on his arm.
"Don't, Jack," she begged.
"But it's as good as saying you took it."
"I know; but--but, Jack, there will be more or less of--suspicion."
Jack swallowed a lump in his throat. He glared at Alice Haven, who
looked coldly at him and then turned away.
Just then the windows were opened, indicating that the mail was
sorted, and there was a rush on the part of the waiting crowd. Alice
and Angelina were swallowed up in it.
Cora, with bitterness in her heart, turned aside.
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