"My cigarette-case is gone," said the man, looking from one side to another.
"What's this?" said the policeman, stepping forward.
"I saw the woman's hand in the gentleman's pocket, plain as a pikestaff," said the porter.
"Oh, that's it, is it?" said the policeman, coming close to the girl. "I thought as much."
"Come now," said the clean-shaven man, "I don't want to make a fuss. Just hand back that cigarette-case, and we'll say no more about it."
"I haven't got it," said the girl. "How dare you? I never touched your pocket."
The man's face darkened.
"Oh, come now!" said the porter.
"Look here, that won't do," said the policeman, "you'll have to come along of me. Better take a four-wheeler, eh, sir?"
For a knot of loafers, seeing something interesting in the wind, had collected round the entrance.