“Are you the boy said he was robbed?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What were you robbed of?”
“A pocket-book containing nearly thirty dollars.”
“Did you see the thief?”
“I believe it was a man I was walking with. He called himself Wakefield Smith.”
The policeman questioned Jerry closely, and then took a good look around for the individual. Later on, boy and officer walked to Mrs. Price’s boarding-house.
Here it was learned that Mr. Wakefield Smith had not paid any board money, giving as an excuse that he had nothing less than a one-hundred-dollar bill and that he would pay in the morning. It also came to light that he had walked out with Mrs. Price’s silver-handled umbrella, worth eight dollars.
“The villain!” she cried. “I hope the police catch him!”
“You don’t wish it more than I do,” returned the young oarsman, dolefully. “He took my last dollar.”