"He does know it," said Mr. Murdock, quietly.
"How do you know?" asked Dick, quickly.
"Because it was he that stole the wallet and put it in your pocket."
"How did you find out?" asked Dick, eagerly.
"Do you know a boy named Tim Ryan?"
"Yes; he's a good boy."
"It was he that brought me your note. He saw the whole proceeding."
"Why didn't he tell, and stop my bein' arrested, then?"
"I asked him that; but he said he was afraid Micky would beat him when he found out. But he is a friend of yours, and he stands ready to testify what he knows, at your trial, to-morrow morning."
"That's lucky," said Dick, breathing a sigh of relief. "So it was Micky that served me the trick. He always loved me like a brother, Micky did, but I didn't expect he'd steal for my benefit. I'm very much obliged to him, but I'd rather dispense with such little favors another time."