CHAPTER XXX.
THE SHARPER IS OUTWITTED.
"What's the matter here?" exclaimed the policeman, as he pushed his way forward.
"This man is a thief," replied Ralph.
"The boy is mistaken," burst out Jackson Walters, in assumed indignation.
"No, I am not mistaken," said Ralph. "He slept in the same room with me in a hotel in Jersey City last night, and he went through my pockets and got out before I woke up."
"A likely story!" ejaculated the sharper. "I live in Englewood, New Jersey, and I was home last night, as usual."
The policeman looked perplexed. Ralph's earnest manner had impressed him, and yet Jackson Walters looked honest enough.
"You are sure that you are not mistaken in your man?" he asked, of Ralph.
"I am positive, sir."