His manner increased the suspicions of his victim, who recognized, by his appearance and flashy attire, the class to which he belonged. He turned to Julius, and asked, “What made you refer to this gentleman?”
“Because,” said Julius bluntly, “I saw him take it. He held up the paper before him, while he loosened your chain. He’s got it in his pocket now.”
“That is sufficient. Now, sir,” he said sternly, “I command you instantly to return my watch and chain.”
“I haven’t got it. The boy lies,” said Sanders, furiously.
By this time, most of the passengers in the car had gathered around the two. Just at this moment, too, the conductor entered.
“What’s the matter, gentlemen?” he asked.
“This man has stolen my watch,” said the stout man.
“It’s a —— lie!” said Sanders.
“Are you willing to show us what you have in your pockets?” said the conductor.
“No, I’m not. I am a New York merchant, and I won’t submit to an impertinence.”