“Yes,” said the other, in some surprise.
“You wonder that I know your name,” said Mr. O’Connor. “I met an uncle of yours while traveling in the State of New York, and he gave one of our boys a letter to you.”
“Indeed!”
“It was a boy,” exclaimed the superintendent, “who had an opportunity of being of service to him.”
“In what way, may I ask?”
“He detected a pickpocket in the act of taking your uncle’s gold watch, and warned him of it. Julius, come here!”
Julius stepped out of the ranks. Mr. Taylor looked at him earnestly.
“I hear that you fell in with my uncle,” he said.
“Yes, sir. He give me a letter for you.”
“Let me see it.”