THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
"Rather curious place. On the floor of my office. Some one had tossed it in through the port."
"Well, say, I never expected to see this again." William peered into the flaps. "Yes, sir, and there's Mr. Goat. Thanks."
"Why," began the school-teacher, when the purser had gone, "I didn't know that you had lost anything."
"I didn't lose it," replied William, balancing the wallet on his palm, a speculative light in his eyes.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Somebody took it from me by force. Pretty smooth Indian, if you want to know. The doctor says it's jiu-jitsu. Jumped on my back, and I didn't have a ghost of a show. That accounts for that game leg of mine."
"But why should the thief return the wallet?"
"That's exactly what William Grogan is wondering."
