"He gave me this basket of provisions also," added Rupert.
"Why did he give you the purse?"
"Because I met him down town feeling ill, and at his request went home with him."
"The boy is all right," said the lawyer, looking satisfied. "Here is the purse. It is undoubtedly yours."
"And where do I come in?" asked the young woman. "Is that boy going off with my money?"
Just then they reached the next station, and among those who boarded the train was a policeman. The girl evidently recognized him, for she turned away to escape attention.
Before the officer had a chance to speak to her the old lady broke in with:
"Policeman, there's a poor girl been robbed of her purse by that boy, and that gentleman there is protecting him."
The policeman laughed.