“Mr. Melville,” said Herbert, in excitement, “do you see that man?”
“Yes. What of him?”
“It is the man who tried to rob me on Bunker Hill Monument.”
He had hardly uttered these words when another man darted from the shop, bareheaded, and pursued Herbert's morning acquaintance, crying, “Stop, thief!”
The thief took to his heels, but a policeman was at hand, and seized him by the collar.
“What has this man been doing?” he asked, as the jeweler's clerk came up, panting.
“He has stolen a diamond ring from the counter,” answered the clerk. “I think he has a watch besides.”
“It's a lie!” said the thief, boldly.
“Search him!” said the clerk, “and you'll find that I have made no mistake.”
“Come with me to the station house, and prepare your complaint,” said the policeman.