lonel.

"Do you see that man over there by the paper stand?"

"Yes."

"That is Wakefield Smith, the pickpocket."

"Indeed! He ought to be arrested."

"You know him to be a pickpocket?" questioned one of the detectives.

"I do. He robbed me of over twenty dollars. I got back ten dollars. He's a
very smooth and slick worker."

"I think I know that chap," returned the detective. "Don't he look like
Charley the Dude?" he asked of his companion.

"By Jove! that's our man!" ejaculated the second detective. "I would know
him anywhere by that peculiar walk. He has grown a heavy mustache since I
saw him last."

"Will you stop and arrest him?" asked Jerry. "He ought to be locked up."
"We can get the policeman on the beat to attend to him. There is an
officer on the next corner. Just call him, Harrity."

The carriage was brought up to the curb and our hero and the officers
alighted, the Colonel remaining behind to keep an eye on the driver.

Mr. Wakefield Smith was strolling down the street in a lordly way when
Jerry tapped him on the shoulder.

"So I've met you again," he said.

The pickpocket turned and his face fell. But only for a moment; then he
gazed at the youth brazenly.

"I don't know you, me boy," he drawled in an assumed voice.

"But I know you, Mr. Smith," rejoined Jerry. "I want the balance of my
money. I got ten dollars the night you were intoxicated, but that is not
enough."

"Boy, you are talking riddles. I never saw you before."

"I can easily prove it, I fancy."

"It's no use, Charley," broke in the detective, who had followed me. "We
know you well enough."

"And who are you?" asked the pickpocket, much disconcerted.

"I am a detective. You are the rogue known as Charley the Dude. You may
consider yourself under arrest."

"This is an outrage!"

"Hardly."

By this time the second detective had arrived with a policeman. At sight
of the bluecoat the pickpocket became nervous. Turning, he suddenly
started to run.

But the others ran for him, and soon he was handcuffed. Explanations to
the policeman followed, and the officer took him off, and Jerry and the
detectives continued on their way.

It may be well to state here that the pickpocket, whose real name was
Charles Heulig, was later on convicted of several crimes and sent to state
prison for a term of years. Jerry never received a cent of the balance of
the money due, but other events that followed made this loss seem a
trivial one