"Upon my word, very well planned. So you expected me to believe your story about having your pocket picked. Did you?"
"Yes, sir."
"A pretty story, Mr. Clement," said the doctor, turning to his friend. "What would you advise me to do, arrest the boy?"
"Oh, don't," implored Sam, turning pale; "I'll never do it again."
"You won't have the chance," said the doctor, drily.
"If you ask my advice," said Mr. Clement, "I will give it. I suspect this Jim is the worse boy of the two. Now he's got ten dollars of your money."
"Yes, sir."
"Do you mean to let him keep it?"
"He's spent part of it by this time."
"You can get the rest back."