“What’s up?” demanded the colonel.
“Do you see that man over there by the paper stand?”
“Yes.”
“That is Wakefield Smith, the pickpocket.”
“Indeed! He ought to be arrested.”
“You know him to be a pickpocket?” questioned one of the detectives.
“I do. He robbed me of over twenty dollars. I got back ten dollars. He’s a very smooth and slick worker.”
“I think I know that chap,” returned the detective. “Don’t he look like Charley the Dude?” he asked of his companion.
“By Jove! that’s our man!” ejaculated the second detective. “I would know him anywhere by that peculiar walk. He has grown a heavy mustache since I saw him last.”
“Will you stop and arrest him?” asked Jerry. “He ought to be locked up.” “We can get the policeman on the beat to attend to him. There is an officer on the next corner. Just call him, Harrity.”