I said that it was not.

"Sorry to have troubled you. Throgmorton Street, driver. Push along."

I was closing the door when I was hailed by a woman, who remained

standing at the foot of the steps. She was a young woman, evidently of

the artisan class. She wore an air of depression, and carried a baby

in her arms.

"Was the purse which was found mine, sir?"

"What was yours like?"

"I lost it in the Mile End Road on Saturday night, sir. My husband's

wages was in it--twenty-four and sixpence. He see the advertisement in

the paper, and sent me round to see. Leather it was--leastways,

imitation--red, and the clasp was broken."

"I am sorry to say that your description bears no kind of resemblance

to the one which is in my possession."

She looked at me for a moment, scrutinizingly, as if desirous of

learning if what I said was credible; then, without another word,

moved off.

I had succeeded in closing the door just as there came another rap

upon the knocker. I reopened it, to find myself confronted by another

of the unemployed.

"I ask your pardon, guv'nor, but seeing an advertisement about a purse

as was found, I thought I'd just come round to see if it might happen

to be mine. Mine wasn't a leather purse, nor yet it wasn't a shammy

leather, nor yet it wasn't one of them sealskin kind of things."

As soon as he said that I suspected that this was a friend of the

other unemployed, from whom he had recently gathered certain data.

"Mine was more one of them sort of bag kind."

"What bag kind?"

"Well----" He fixed me with his gaze. If he had been acquainted with the

fact that images are photographed upon our eyes, I might have

suspected him of an intent to decipher the image of the purse in mine.

"Was this here purse you found tied round the top?"

"Was yours?"

He read the answer in my eyes.

"No, I can't say as how mine was; but I thought as how this here one

you found might have been--some purses are, you know."

Unless I erred he was endeavouring to consider what sort of purse that

purse might be, his knowledge of the varieties of that article being

limited. He taxed my patience.

"If you have lost a purse, my man, be so good as to describe it

without delay. I can't stop here all the morning."

"Well, as I was a-saying, it was one of them sort of bag kind."

"Then it's not the one I found."

Without more ado I slammed the door in his face. I went in to

breakfast. As I was sitting down there came a single knock. Saunders

turned to leave the room to answer it.

"One moment, Saunders. I don't know if I mentioned to you that, the

day before yesterday, I found a purse?"

"No, sir."

"Well, I did, and I'm beginning to wish that I hadn't. I've inserted

an advertisement in to-day's papers to the effect that the owner may

have it on applying to me. I've had five applicants within five

minutes--three of them rank impostors. I'm rather inclined to think

that the person who has just knocked is one of them come back again. I

doubt if he ever had a purse in his life--he certainly never had the

one I've found. Tell him if he doesn't take himself away at once I'll

send for the police."

Saunders vanished. There was the sound of voices--one of them

belonging to Saunders, the other, undoubtedly, to that member of the

unemployed. He seemed to be shouting at Saunders, and Saunders, in a

dignified way, seemed to be shouting back at him. Presently there was

a lull. Saunders reappeared.

"Well, has the fellow gone?"

"No, sir. And he says he isn't going."

"Did you give him to understand that I should send for the police?"

"He says he should like to see you send for the police. He says that

the police will soon show you if you can rob a poor man of his purse.

He's a most impudent fellow. As for the purse which you found being

his, sir, I don't believe he knows what a purse is. He's a regular

vagabond!"

"I quite agree with you, Saunders--quite! That is my opinion of the

man precisely."

"There are five other persons who wish to see you. Three of them have

cards, and two of them haven't."

He held out three cards on a waiter, taking my breath away.

"Five, Saunders! Where are these people?"

"In the hall, sir."

"I won't see anyone till I've had my breakfast. I'm not going to have

all my habits disarranged simply because I happen to have found a

purse. I ought to have stated that no applications were to be made

till after twelve; I never dreamt that people would have come at this

time of day. Show the people with the cards into the drawing-room, and

leave the others in the hall. And, Saunders, it would be a little

obvious, perhaps, to remove the hats and umbrellas from before their

very faces, but keep a sharp eye on them!"

I glanced at the trio of visiting-cards, as, once more, I made an

attempt to continue my meal. "Mrs. Chillingby-Harkworth, Pagoda

Mansions, S.W.," "Colonel Fitzakarley Beering," "George Parkins."

The idea of a number of entire strangers being turned loose in my

drawing-room was one I did not relish. I felt I ought to have stated

that applications in writing would alone have been attended to.

I had imagined that, by not taking my find to the police-station, I

should be saving myself trouble. I perceived that my imagination had

been at fault. I had had no notion that such a number of people had

lost their purses. A constant fusillade was being kept up on the

knocker. I might have been giving a fashionable assembly, and

requested the guests to arrive in time for breakfast. All at once

there was a violent ringing at the drawing-room bell.

In came Saunders with a stack of cards on a tray and some telegrams.

"Well, Saunders, many people here?"

"More than twenty inside the house, and I don't know how many there

are outside--I know the pavement's getting blocked. The drawing-room

is full, and the hall is crammed. Queer ones some of them are; they

don't look to me as if they were the sort to lose their purses. And

now the lady whose card I brought up to you has rung the bell, and

says that she insists on seeing you at once."

"Show her up, and, when I ring, show her down again. Then send them up

one after the other. I'll get rid of them as fast as I can. And,

Saunders, if ever you find a purse lose it again directly, and don't

breathe a word of it to anyone!"

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