“For the larceny of twenty thousand dollars from James Wheeler’s office in Wall Street not long ago.”
“Where is your proof?”
“Never mind the proof now. There is a carriage waiting outside. If you make any noise here, or in the future give any intimation of the place of your arrest, it will only damage your case with the court.”
They offered no further remonstrance, and were soon in a carriage on their way to the county jail in charge of two deputy sheriffs.
A few men lounging about the place saw the men enter the carriage, but no one suspected that the elegantly attired gentleman and the rough-looking hostler were handcuffed together.
As Nick stood watching the carriage when it was driven off he felt a soft pull at his coat.
“My!” said the voice of a jockey, “wasn’t that a slick job?”
“You little scamp!” said Nick, with a smile, “did you see that?”
“You bet I did. Don’t you s’pose I wanted to know what you was stayin’ in dere for?”
“Suppose I had stayed there all night?[{51}]”