“So you’re trying to rob this gent, eh?” said the bluecoat, turning to our hero and catching his arm. “I reckon I came just in time.”
“It’s a falsehood; he is the pickpocket,” rejoined Jerry as soon as he could speak.
“He looks like it,” said the officer, sarcastically.
“He didn’t rob me now, he robbed several nights ago. I just ran across him.”
“He’s a slick Aleck,” went on Mr. Wakefield Smith. “Don’t let him take my watch, officer!”
“No fear of that. Come along with me, young man.”
“If I have to go I want him to go, too.”
At these words Mr. Wakefield Smith’s face changed color.
“I can’t go, officer; have an important engagement at the—er—club.”
“He is a pickpocket and I’ll prove it at the station house,” said Jerry, warningly. “It is your duty to make him go along. I’ll help you carry him if it’s necessary.”