"Very well," continued Fritz, "I am a mind reader. I can tell you all about it. You are looking for a bunch of keys."
"How did you know?" For once Amy was off guard.
"Ah! Then it's true."
"Very well, since you know so much, where are the keys?"
Fritz, thrusting his hand in his pocket, drew out a long silver chain, which he swung around his head in a circle before laying it in Amy's hand.
"There, little boys, you—"
"Don't call them little boys, Amy; remember how I felt when I was ten."
"Here, young men." As Fritz spoke the boys drew nearer, and Fritz, drawing from his pocket a handful of silver, laid in each of six palms a bright ten-cent coin with the Queen's head stamped upon it.
"But we didn't do anything," one of the six managed to say.
"No, but you would have helped the young lady find a locksmith, and besides, you brought her to the particular spot where I was sitting, and so you found her keys for her."