liceman as he strode up to Silas Fell's former workman and caught him by the arm.
"Who—what—" stammered Andy Gresson. Then he caught sight of Franklin. "What, you!"
"Yes, Gresson," returned the young electrician. "I presume you were not thinking of meeting the officer and myself to-night."
"The dickens take the luck!" growled Andy Gresson. "How did you know I was here?"
"I followed you from the street," returned the young electrician.
"I reckon you know what you are wanted for, Andrew Gresson," put in the officer, with a strong show of authority, for he had not been on the force long, and this was by far his most important arrest. "You stole Mrs. Mace's diamond rings."
"It ain't so!" cried Gresson, recklessly. "That boy took them. I am an honest man."
"Nevertheless you will have to come to the station house with me."
"I won't go."
"Oh, yes, you will;" and without further words the officer brought forth a pair of handcuffs, one of which he fastened to his own wrist, and the other to that of his prisoner.
Andy Gresson wished to argue the case, and then he wanted to fight. But at the sight of the officer's club, and a stout stick Franklin had picked up, he changed his mind, and finally consented to go to the station house.
