"Call your dog away, boy, I have no business with him, although he has no tag. However that is no harm, so long as he stays in the house. Now, Fritz, what is your other name?"
"Fritz Heil. My father is a clothing merchant, and his store—"
"I do not have need to know of him. Did you lose a pocketbook yesterday?"
"No, it was stolen from me."
"Well, I came to take you to the police commissioner."
"Aunt, has the policeman arrested me?" asked the boy, clinging to his aunt's arm.
"You are not under arrest, boy," laughed the man. "You are only wanted as witness. We hope to catch the thief. Now forward, march."
"Yes, Fritz, go and do what you can to help. Do you think you can find your way back?"
"I will see that he gets back all right, madam," and down the steps they went, Franz and Paul looking after them until they disappeared from view.
Fritz was received so kindly by the police commissioner that he felt entirely at ease.