As I stood at the door， the guard asked， "Was the old lady able to help you？" I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I probably won't pursue it further for a while." I explained that I had spent almost the whole day trying to find the wallet's owner.
While we talked， I pulled out the brown-leather case with its red lanyard lacing and showed it to the guard. He looked at it closely and said， "Hey， I'd know that anywhere. That's Mr. Goldstein's. He's always losing it. I found it in the hall at least three times.""Who's Mr. Goldstein？"I asked. "He's one of the old-timers on the eighth floor.That's Mike Goldstein's wallet， for sure. He goes out for a walk quite often."I thanked the guard and ran back to the director's office to tell him what the guard had said. He accompanied me to the eighth floor. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.