? ? ? ? "I guess I can see you through, Mike."
? ? ? ? "No; you need all your money, Rodney. I'll wait and see if I can't save it myself."
? ? ? ? This, however, would have taken a long time, if Mike had not been favored by circumstances. He was standing near the ladies' entrance to the Astor House one day, when casting his eyes downward he espied a neat pocketbook of Russia leather. He picked it up, and from the feeling judged that it must be well filled.
? ? ? ? Now I must admit that it did occur to Mike that he could divert to his own use the contents without detection, as no one had seen him pick it up. But Mike was by instinct an honest boy, and he decided that this would not be right. He thrust it into his pocket, however, as he had no objection to receiving a reward if one was offered.
? ? ? ? While he was standing near the entrance, a tall lady, dressed in brown silk and wearing glasses, walked up from the direction of Broadway. She began to peer about like one who was looking for something.
? ? ? ? "I guess its hers," thought Mike.
? ? ? ? "Are you looking for anything, ma'am?" he asked.
? ? ? ? She turned and glanced at Mike.
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