We solve a mystery

Yesterday Rachel and Stephen and Rita and I took Grandmother to the airport (sad face about the end of a nice, long visit) then went into Brussels for the day. As we explored a side street that led to a section of the old city wall, Rachel discovered a pile of credit cards and IDs, obviously the contents of a wallet--no wallet. We gathered up all the bits and pieces and deduced that they belonged to an American student at a Brussels branch of a US university. Once we realized we were dealing with a countryman, we decided we didn't trust the police to return the contents. Plus we had no idea where to find the police. Nor did we trust the embassy. So we called a Brussels number from a business card of what was apparently a university official, got the student's phone number from her, called him, left a message, continued our tour, and went to lunch. He finally called back while we were at Chez Léon waiting to order mussels. (I had curry flavor, Rachel had the regular--yummy! Stephen had stoemp and sausages, also yummy; and Rita had...well, it was fried salad: bacon, green beans, and potatoes all sautéed in butter; it may have been the best of all.) The guy wasn't far away, so he came down to meet us. He was grateful. Turns out he had left his wallet on the counter when he stopped in a store to buy something to drink. He was hoping to go back and reclaim it once the store opened, so he was holding off on canceling his credit cards. So even that part had a happy ending. It was pretty satisfying to have an adventure, solve a mystery, and do a good deed all at the same time.