There were few passengers on the top of the coach for the chill of early morning still lingered in the air; but before they reached Riverside Drive a man with a bright, ruddy countenance7 and iron-grey
hair hailed the bus and climbed up beside the boy. As he took his place he glanced at him kindly8 and instantly Steve felt a sense of friendliness9 toward the stranger; and after they had ridden a short distance in silence the man spoke10.
"What a beautiful river the Hudson is!" he remarked. "Although I am an old New Yorker I never cease to delight in its charm and its fascinating history. It was on this body of water, you know, that the first steamboat was tried out."
"I didn't know it," Stephen confessed, with an honest blush.
"You will be learning about it some day, I fancy," said the other, with a smile. "An interesting story it is, too. All the beginnings of our great industries and inventions read like romances."
"My father has just been telling me about the beginnings of some of our railroads," observed Steve shyly, "and certainly his stories were as good as fairy tales."
"Is your father especially interested in railroads?" inquired the New Yorker.
"Yes, sir. He is in the railroad business."
"Ah, then that accounts for his filling your ears with locomotives instead of steamboats," declared the man, with a twinkle in his eyes. "Now if I were to spin a yarn11 for you, it would be of steamboats because that happens to be the thing I am interested in; I believe their history to be one of the most alluring12 tales to which a boy could listen.
Sometime you get a person who knows the drama from start to finish to relate to you the whole marvelous adventure of early steamboating, and you see if it does not beat the railroad story all out."
He laughed a merry laugh in which Stephen joined.
"I wish you would tell it to me yourself," suggested the lad.
The man turned with an expression of pleasure on his red-cheeked face.
"I should like nothing better, my boy," he said quickly, "but you see it is a long story and I am getting out at the next corner. Sometime, however, we may meet again. Who knows? And if we do you shall hold me to my promise to talk steamboats to you until you cry for mercy."
Bending down he took up a leather bag which he had placed between his feet.
"I am leaving you here, sonny," he said. "I take it you are in New York for a holiday."
"Yes, sir, I am," returned Steve with surprise. "My father and I are staying here just for a few days."
"I hope you will have a jolly good time during your visit," the man said, rising.
Stephen murmured his thanks and watched the erect13 figure descend14 from the coach and disappear into a side street. It was not until the New Yorker was well out of sight and the omnibus on its way that his eye was caught by the red bill book lying on the floor at his feet. None of the few scattered15
passengers had noticed it and stooping, he picked it up and quietly slipped it into his pocket.
What should he do with it?
Of course he could hand it over to the driver of the bus and tell him he had found it. But the man might not be honest and instead of turning it in to the company might keep it. There was little doubt in Steve's mind that the pocketbook belonged to the stranger who had just vacated the place and it was likely his address was inside it. If so, what a pleasure it would be to return the lost article to its rightful owner himself. By so doing he would not only be sure the pocketbook reached its destination but he might see the steamboat man again.
He longed to open the bill book and investigate its contents. What was in it, he wondered. Well, the top of a Fifth Avenue coach was no place to be looking through pocketbooks, there was no question about that. Let alone the fact that persons might be watching him, there was danger that in the fresh morning breeze something might take wing, sail down to the Hudson, and never be seen again. Therefore he decided16 to curb17 his impatience18 and wait until he reached a more favorable spot to examine his suddenly acquired treasure. Accordingly he tucked the long red wallet farther down into the breast pocket of his ulster, and feeling assured that nothing could be done about it at present, gave himself up to the pleasure and excitement of the drive.
It was not until he had rejoined his father at the hotel and the two were sitting at lunch in the great dining room that the thought of it again flashed into his mind.
"Gee19, Dad!" he suddenly exclaimed, looking up from his plateful of fried chicken with fork suspended in mid-air. "I meant to tell you I found a pocketbook in the bus this morning."
"A pocketbook!"
"Yes, sir. I think the man who had been sitting beside me must have dropped it when he stooped over to get his bag. At any rate it was lying there after he got out."
"What did you do with it?" Mr. Tolman inquired with no great warmth of interest. "Gave it to the conductor, I suppose."
The boy shook his head.
"No, I didn't," was the answer. "I was afraid he might not turn it in, and as I liked the man who lost it I wanted to be sure he got it, so I brought it back with me."
"And where is it now?" demanded Mr. Tolman, now all attention. "I hope you were not so careless as to leave it upstairs in our room."
"No. I didn't leave it in the room," returned the lad. "It is out in my coat pocket. I meant to take it out and see what was in it; but so many things happened that I forgot about it until this very minute."
"You don't mean that you left it in your ulster pocket and let them hang it out there on the rack?"
"Yes."
"You checked your coat and left it there?"
"Why—yes," came the faltering20 reply.
Mr. Tolman was on his feet.
"Wait here until I come back," he said in a sharp tone.
"Where are you going?"
"Give me your check quickly," went on his father, without heeding21 the question. "Hurry!"
Steve fumbled22 in his jacket pocket.
"Be quick, son, be quick!" commanded Mr. Tolman impatiently. "Don't you know it is never safe to leave anything of value in your coat when you are staying at a large city hotel? Somebody may have taken the pocketbook already."
Scarlet23 with consternation24 the lad produced the check.
"If nothing has happened to that pocketbook you will be very fortunate," asserted the man severely25. "Stay here! I will be right back."
With beating heart the boy watched him thread his way between the tables and disappear from the dining room into the lobby.
Suppose the bill book should be gone!
What if there had been valuable papers in it, money—a great deal of money—and now through his carelessness it had all disappeared? How stupid he had been not to remember about it and give it to his father the instant they had met! In fact, he would much better have taken a chance and handed it to the bus conductor than
to have done the foolish thing he had. He had meant so well and blundered so grievously! How often his father had cautioned him to be careful of money when he was traveling!
Tensely he sat in his chair and waited with miserable26 anxiety, his eyes fixed27 on the dining-room door. Then presently, to his great relief, he saw his father returning.
"Did you—" he began.
"You will have to come yourself, Steve," said the elder man whose brow was wrinkled into a frown of annoyance28. "The maid who checked the coats is not there, and the one who is insists that the ulster is not mine, and in spite of the check will not allow me to search the pockets of it."
Stephen jumped up.
"I suppose she is right, too," went on Mr. Tolman breathlessly, "but the delay is very unfortunate."
They made their way into the corridor, where by this time an office clerk and another man had joined the maid who was in charge of the coat rack.
Stephen presented his check and without comment the woman handed him his coat. With trembling hand he dived into the deep pocket and from it drew forth29 the red bill book which he gave to his father.
"There it is, Dad, safe and sound!" he gasped30.
Instantly the clerk was in their path.
"I beg pardon, sir," said he with deference31, "but does that pocketbook belong to you?"
Mr. Tolman wheeled about.
"Eh—what did you say?" he inquired.
"I asked, sir, if that pocketbook was your property?" repeated the clerk.
Mr. Tolman faced his inquisitor.
"What business is that of yours?" he demanded curtly32.
"I am sorry, sir, to appear rude," the hotel employee replied, "but we have been asked to be on the lookout33 for a young lad who rode this morning on one of the Fifth Avenue busses where a valuable pocketbook was lost. Your son tallies34 so well with the description that—"
"It was I," put in Stephen eagerly, without regard for consequences. "Who wants me?"
With a smile of eagerness he turned, expecting to encounter the genial35 face of his acquaintance of the morning. Then he would smile, hold out the pocketbook, and they would laugh together as he explained the adventure, and perhaps afterward36 have luncheon37 in company.
Instead no familiar form greeted him. On the contrary the slender man who had been standing beside the clerk came forward.
Mr. Tolman sensed the situation in a second.
"You mean somebody thinks my son took the pocketbook?" asked he indignantly, as he confronted the clerk and his companion.
"It is not my affair, sir, and I am sorry it should happen in our hotel," apologized the clerk. "Perhaps if you will just explain the whole matter to
this gentleman—" he broke off, saying in an undertone to the man at his elbow. "This is your boy, Donovan."
The tall man came nearer.
"You are a detective?" asked Mr. Tolman bluntly.
"Well, something of the sort, sir," admitted the man called Donovan. "It is occasionally my business to hunt people up."
"And you have been sent to hunt my son up?"
Donovan nodded.
Stephen turned white and his father put a reassuring38 hand on his shoulder.
"My son and I," he replied, addressing the detective quietly, "can explain this entire affair to you and will do so gladly. The boy did find the pocketbook but he was ignorant of its value because he has not even looked inside it. In fact, that he had the article in his possession did not come into his mind until a few moments ago. If he had known the thing was valuable, do you suppose he would have left it in his ulster pocket and checked the coat in a public place like this?"
The detective made no reply.
"We both shall be very glad," went on Mr. Tolman firmly, "to go with you to headquarters and straighten the matter out."
"There may be no need of that, sir," Donovan responded with a pleasant smile. "If we can just talk the affair over in a satisfactory way—"
"Suppose you come upstairs to our room," suggested
Mr. Tolman. "That will give us more quiet and privacy. Will that be agreeable to you?"
"Perfectly39."
As the three walked toward the elevator Steve glanced with trepidation40 at the plain-clothes man.
The boy knew he had done nothing wrong; but would he be able to convince the detective of the truth of his story? He was thoroughly41 frightened and wondered whether his father was also alarmed.
If, however, Mr. Tolman was worried he at least did not show it. Instead he courteously42 led the way from the elevator down the dim corridor and unlocked the door of Number 379.
"Come in, Mr. Donovan," he said cordially. "Here is a chair and a cigar. Now, son, tell us the story of this troublesome pocketbook from beginning to end."
In a trembling voice Stephen began his tale. He spoke slowly, uncertainly, for he was well scared. Gradually, however, he forgot his agitation43 and his voice became more positive. He recounted the details of the omnibus ride with great care, adding ingenuously44 when he came to the termination of the narrative45:
"And I hoped the man's name would be inside the pocketbook because I liked him very much and wanted to return to him what he had lost."
"And wasn't it?" put in Mr. Donovan quickly.
"I don't know," was the innocent retort. "Don't you remember I told you that I hadn't looked inside yet?"
The detective laughed with satisfaction.
"That was a shabby trick of mine, youngster," said he. "It was mean to try to trap you."
"Trap me?" repeated Steve vaguely46.
"There, there, sonny!" went on Donovan kindly. "Don't you worry a minute more about this mix-up. Mr. Ackerman, the gentleman who lost the bill book, did not think for a second that you had taken it. He simply was so sure that he had lost it on the bus that he wanted to locate you and find out whether you knew anything about it or not. His name was not inside the pocketbook, you see, and therefore any one who found it would have no way of tracing its owner. What it contains are valuable papers and a big wad of Liberty Bonds which, as your father knows, could quickly be converted into cash. In consequence Mr. Ackerman decided that the sooner the pocketbook was found the better. The omnibus people denied any knowledge of it and you were the only remaining clue."
Mr. Tolman sank back in his chair and a relaxation47 of his muscles betrayed for the first time that he had been much more disturbed than he had appeared to be.
"Well," he said, lighting48 a fresh cigar, "the bill book is not only located but we can hand it back intact to its owner. If you can inform us where the gentleman lives, my boy and I will call a taxi and go to his house or office with his property."
A flush of embarrassment49 suffused50 the face of the officer.
"Maybe you would like to come with us, Donovan," added Mr. Tolman, who instantly interpreted the man's confusion.
"I hate to be dogging your footsteps, sir, in this fashion," Mr. Donovan answered, with obvious sincerity51. "Still, I—"
"You have your orders, no doubt."
"Well, yes, sir," admitted the plain-clothes man with reluctance52. "I have."
"You were to keep your eye on us until the pocketbook reached its owner."
"That's about it, sir. Not that I personally have the least suspicion that a gentleman like you would—"
"That is all right, my man. I perfectly understand your position," Mr. Tolman cut in. "After all, you have your duty to do and business is business. We'll just telephone Mr. Ackerman that we are coming so that we shall be sure of catching53 him, and then we will go right up there."
"Very well, sir."
Stephen's father started toward the telephone and then, as if struck by a sudden thought, paused and turned.
"Steve," he said, "I believe you are the person to communicate with Mr. Ackerman. Call him up and tell him you have found his purse and that you and your father would like to come up to his house, if it will be convenient, and return it."
"All right, Dad."
"You will find his number on this slip of paper,
sonny," the detective added, handing the lad a card. "He is not at his office. He went home to lunch in the hope that he had left the pocketbook there."
After some delay Stephen succeeded in getting the number written on the card. A servant answered the summons.
"May I speak to Mr. Ackerman, please?" inquired the lad. "He is at luncheon? No, it would not do the least good for me to tell you my name for he would not know who it was. Just tell him that the boy who sat beside him this morning on the Fifth Avenue bus—" there was a little chuckle54. "Oh, he will be here directly, will he? I thought perhaps he would."
A moment later a cheery voice which Steve at once recognized to be that of the steamboat man came over the wire:
"Well, sonny?"
"I found your bill book, Mr. Ackerman, and my father and I would like to bring it up to you."
"Well, well! that is fine news!" cried the man at the other end of the line. "How did you know who it belonged to?"
"Oh, I—we—found out—my father and I," stammered55 the lad. "May we come up to your house with it now?"
"You would much better let me come to you; then only one person will be inconvenienced," the New Yorker returned pleasantly. "Where are you staying?"
"At the Manhattan."
"You must not think of taking the trouble of coming way up here. Let me join you and your father at your hotel."
"Very well, Mr. Ackerman. If you'd rather—"
"I certainly should rather!" was the emphatic56 answer. "I could not think of bringing two people so far out of their way."
"There are three of us!" squeaked57 Stephen.
"Three?"
"Yes, sir. We have another person—a friend—with us," explained the boy, with quiet enjoyment58. How easy it was to laugh now!
"All the more reason why I should come to you, then," asserted Mr. Ackerman. "I will be at the Manhattan within half an hour. Perhaps if you and your father and your friend have the afternoon free you would like to go to some sort of a show with me after we conclude our business. Since you are here on a holiday you can't be very busy."
Stephen's eyes sparkled with merriment.
"I don't know whether our friend can go or not," he replied politely, "but I think perhaps Dad and I could; and if we can we should like to very much."
"That will be excellent. I will come right along. Not only shall I be glad to get my pocketbook back again but I shall be glad to see you once more. I told you this morning that I had a feeling we should meet some time. Whom shall I ask for at the hotel?"
"Stephen Tolman."
With a click the boy hung up the receiver.
"Mr. Ackerman is coming right down," said he, addressing his father and the detective with a mischievous59 smile. "He has invited the three of us to go to the matinee with him."
"The three of us!" echoed the plain-clothes man.
"Yes," returned the lad. "I told him we had a friend with us and so he said to bring him along."
"Good heavens!" Donovan ejaculated.
Mr. Tolman laughed heartily60.
"Not all the thieves you arrest take you to a theater party afterward, do they, Officer?" he asked.
"I said from the first you were gentlemen," Mr. Donovan asserted with humor.
"But couldn't you go?" inquired Steve, quite seriously.
"Bless you, no, sonny!" replied the man. "I am from headquarters, you know, and my work is chasing up crooks—not going to matinees."
Nevertheless there was an intonation61 of gentleness in his voice, as he added, "I am obliged to you just the same, for in spite of my calling I am a human being and I appreciate being treated like one."
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