"I've pawned it."
"Give me the ticket, then."
"I can't do that, either."
"How is that?"
"I've lost it."
"Well," said Al, "that's unlucky—for you. Now, see here, my reverend friend, I have no more time to waste. If your story is true, you'll come along with me to the police station. If it is a lie, which I believe, you had better hand over that ring in quick time."
"I——"
"I advise you to hurry, for here comes a policeman, and if the ring is not on my finger by the time he gets here, I shall hand you over to him as sure as I am standing here."
The "crook" hesitated no longer.
"Here you are, then," he said.