Hood played with these speculations.

He did not put to himself the plain alternative: Shall I keep the money, or shall I give it up?
He merely let a series of reflections pass over his mind, as he lay back on the cushioned seat, experiencing an agreeable drowsiness.

At the moment of finding the note, he would have handed it over to his employer without a thought; it would perhaps not even have occurred to him to regret that it was not his own.

But during the last three hours a singular chain of circumstances had led to this result: it was just as possible as not that Hood would keep the coins in his pocket and say nothing about them.
It was time to go to the train.

Almost with the first moving of the carriages he fell into a doze.