“Oh, yes,” responded the women, “he is our friend and a friend of Mr. and Mrs. Seliger. He is a good man.”
“What is his name? I will call him in at once.”
“His name is John Thielen. He lives at No. 509 North Halsted Street and is all right.”
Officer Stift meantime had kept his eye on the individual across the street, with instructions not to arrest him so long as he hovered about the station, but, in the event of his going away any distance, to take him in charge. The man at no time went far from his post; he was too anxious to hear from the women. The moment Officer Loewenstein had secured the information about his identity, he posted across the street, and, hailing the man, said:
“John, I think you have been ‘ransacking’ around here long enough. Come with me; the boys want to see you.”
“Who are the boys?” inquired Thielen.
“Capt. Schaack,” answered the officer.
“I don’t want to see him or have anything to do with him.” Thielen was surprised as well as indignant.
“Well,” said the officer, “he would like to make your acquaintance.”