The train is about to leave ...

The train is about to leave the station when he sees the wallet on the empty seat across the aisle. Picking it up he notices it looks crammed with fifty euro notes. He walks towards the exit door of his car and stands there with one arm extended to show the wallet. Nobody approaches. He refrains from getting out of the train as it is bound to depart shortly. The thought of shouting if someone's lost a wallet crosses his mind. The platform is empty and silent. Shouting does not seem the suitable thing to do. The door closes and the train starts moving. The wallet is in his hand. A man in the same car has been watching him and suggests to leave the wallet at the lost-and-found office at the final stop. "You're an honest man", the stranger tells him. "Sure", he replies perhaps too faintly. He gets back to his seat where his son has resumed playing a video game on his cell phone. The wallet is thick and a bit heavy, dwarfing his hand. The boy has witnessed his father doing the right thing, he tells to himself feeling a little sharp pang of pride.

There's no policeman in sight at the station and he decides to hand the wallet to the train driver. He has no reason to mistrust this affable man as he watches how he and a fellow rail worker disappear down the stairs at the end of the platform.