“It’s robbers!” the woman exclaimed. “They are trying to get into my room, and steal my diamonds!”
“Are they there now?”
“They’re in the house. I heard them run downstairs, and they’re hiding in the dining-room. Oh, please, dear, good, kind Mr. Man, won’t you save me!”
“I don’t believe any burglars will remain around long with that screaming going on,” thought Mr. Newton.
By this time windows all over the neighborhood were going up, heads were poked out, and half a score of voices asked what the trouble was. One excited man fired his revolver.
Several policemen came up on the run, and, seeing Mr. Newton, who was the only person in the street at that time, they all made a dash for him.
“We’ve caught you!” one of the bluecoats cried.
“So I see,” remarked Mr. Newton, calmly. “What are you going to do with me?”
“It’ll be state’s prison for yours,” the officer went on, taking a firmer grip of Mr. Newton’s arm.
“He isn’t the one at all!” exclaimed the woman who had given the first alarm. “He was going to capture the burglar for me!”