“Awfully,” he replied; “I saw a fellow pick three pockets.”
“What did you do?”
“I had a jolly talk with him.”
Shelton thought of the little deep-eyed man; who made a point of not encouraging sin.
“He was one of the professionals from Notting Hill, you know; told me his life. Never had a chance, of course. The most interesting part was telling him I 'd seen him pick three pockets—like creeping into a cave, when you can't tell what 's inside.”
“Well?”
“He showed me what he 'd got—only fivepence halfpenny.”
“And what became of your friend?” asked Shelton.
“Oh, went off; he had a splendidly low forehead.”
They had reached Shelton's rooms.