CHAPTER 12
Pickpocket Joe
BEFORE Veve could turn to look where Connie pointed, the man had turned his back to the two girls. Walking rapidly, he mingled with the crowd of passengers leaving the railroad station.
“Oh, that fellow is wearing a black suit,” said Veve carelessly. “Don’t you remember? Pickpocket Joe had on a brown one.”
“Just the same, it looked like him,” insisted Connie.
“Did he have a mole on his cheek?”
“I couldn’t see that far. But I am almost certain it was Pickpocket Joe, Veve.”
“Then let’s tell Mr. Gregg.”
The girls hastened over to where the detective stood. He was watching the train to make sure that the other pickpocket did not alight from the coach again.
“Oh, Mr. Gregg!” Connie cried excitedly. “He’s here!”
“Who is here?” inquired the detective.