"This way, gentlemen, if you please," Mr. Cullen directed softly.
"You will not object to my accompanying you?" I asked.
"Certainly not," Mr. Cullen replied; "I, in fact, am not sure that it would not be my duty to ask you to come."
"One moment!" I begged.
Mr. Cullen paused.
"The gentleman who made this charge," I went on, "seems to me to be in a very uncertain condition. Might I suggest that, before you commit yourself to taking these people to the police station, you just make sure he really has been robbed of his pocketbook?"
"Had it here," the old gentleman declared; "right in this pocket! Look for yourself—gone!"
"The old gentleman scarcely seems to me," I remarked, "to be in a fit condition to know which pocket it was in."
Mr. Cullen, who had been walking carefully between him and the other two, smiled in a superior way.
"Please feel in all your pockets," he told his accomplice.