"Your story may be true," said the lawyer, "but it does not seem probable."
"Oho!" the old lady said, "the boy owns up that he is a thief. If he didn't get it from this young woman he stole it from a man in Harlem."
Rupert glanced from one to the other, and he realized that things looked dark for him.
CHAPTER IV. A FALSE REPORT.
"What was the name of the gentleman in Harlem from whom you say you obtained the purse?" asked the lawyer.
"Mr. Frank Sylvester," answered Rupert, promptly.
The lawyer looked interested.
"I know Mr. Sylvester," he said. "I live on the same street."