"So you were robbed, my little man. How did the churl look who picked your pocket?"
"Oh, he was no churl, but a pleasant gentleman with a soft voice."
"Yes, we know this pleasant gentleman. How was he dressed the day you saw him?"
"He wore a tall silk hat, a black broadcloth coat and vest, and although it was a warm day, he had on a fine thin overcoat."
"Entirely right. You describe him well as to clothing. Now about his face and form?"
"He was tall and slender, had a smooth face, black hair and black eyes that looked quickly about him like a squirrel, and he had a scar over his left eye."
"Exactly! Now tell me about your pocketbook."
"My mother gave it to me at Christmas, and—"
"There is no need to tell me that, my son."
"Yes, there is need, because in it is a tiny card on which is written
'To my loved Fritz, from his mother; Christmas.'"