"Then," said Ben, "I should like to know who it is."
"I think I know," said his patroness; "but when we redeem the glass we will ask for a description of him."
An hour later they entered the pawnbroker's shop. Mrs. Hamilton presented the ticket and made herself known.
"Will you tell me," she asked, "whether you have ever seen the young gentleman that accompanies me?"
"Not to my knowledge," answered the attendant, after attentively regarding Ben.
"Can you remember the appearance of the boy who pawned the opera glass?"
"He was taller than this boy, and pale. He was thinner also. His hair was a light brown."
A light dawned upon Ben, and his glance met that of Mrs. Hamilton, so that she read his suspicions.
"I think we both know who it was that took your name, Ben," she said; "but for the present I wish you to keep it secret."
"I will certainly do so, Mrs. Hamilton."