“Poor Bert! I am so sorry for him!” cried Marion in distress. “To think he should have been on the very verge of rescuing Dollie when he got arrested!”
“They’ll help you at headquarters,” said the superintendent kindly, as he wrote some directions on a piece of paper.
“Will you keep this address and give it to Bert when he comes back?” asked Marion, as she scribbled the name of the hotel where she had spent the night.
“Certainly, miss, and I’ll do more,” said the gentleman smiling; “I’ll go around to the station-house at once and try to get him out. I think I know a way to outwit that brutal officer.”
Marion thanked him warmly and then started uptown, but before she could make her visit to headquarters conscientiously she felt that she ought to do a little thinking.
“I beg your pardon, miss, but I think there is a pickpocket following you!”
A gentlemanly voice spoke almost in Marion’s ear as she walked along, with her eyes bent on the sidewalk.
The young girl looked up quickly and saw a gentleman at her side. He had spoken so quietly that his sudden news did not alarm her.
Marion turned and saw a slouching figure skulking swiftly around the corner, and then she also noticed that she had lost her way, she was no longer on the Bowery.
“I have nothing that he could steal, but I thank you just the same,” she said politely, as she glanced up at the aristocratic looking stranger who was gazing at her admiringly.