"Let me assure you, policeman," he said, "that you have made a mistake."
"Can't help it," was the stolid reply.
"This is my friend, Mr. Harkaway, of England. We are stopping at the Fifth avenue Hotel."
"I guess the pair of you will stop somewheres else to-night," answered the policeman, smiling at his own joke.
It was useless to argue the point, and the officer conducted his prisoners to the station, where Mr. Cobb made his charge.
Jack indignantly denied the accusation, and demanded to be searched.
Imagine his dismay, when the searchers produced the missing wallet from the pocket of his overcoat.
"That's mine!" cried Mr. Cobb, exultantly. "What did I tell you?"
"Lock 'em both up," said the captain.
"I will send for the British Consul," exclaimed Jack. "This is some infamous plot."