“And heard all?”
“Every word.”
“Then keep your mouth shut, and I’ll help you out of the watch scrape.”
The officer saw that there was another prisoner for him.
“Ah, Jimmie Farren,” cried the detective. “You are the youngster that stole that watch? Now come with me.”
“I didn’t steal the watch; I just found it.”
Tom threw back his head and laughed.
“We are innocent, aren’t we, pard? Well, if we have to go with the police, come along like a man, but they will soon ship me, for I am as innocent as a new-born lamb.”
He played his fingers on the end of his nose to the pawnbroker and left the shop, following the detective.
“When I come back, I’ll fix you, you old skate,” said he just as the door slammed in his face.