"Mary, give me that money!" he cried to his wife, who had picked up the bills on the table and placed them in her pocket. "I may want money for a lawyer."
"I will call on you, and see in the morning," returned Mrs. Gresson, prudently. "I guess I had better keep the money for the present."
"If it is your money you had better not let him have a cent of it," put in Franklin, warmly. "He is not worthy of it."
At these words, Andy Gresson began to scold the young electrician roundly. But Franklin paid no attention, and Mrs. Gresson kept her money, and a few minutes later the start was made for the station house.
Here Silas Fells's former workman was subjected to a thorough search, and in one of the pockets of his ragged vest, were found two pawn tickets from a pawnbroking establishment in Philadelphia. It was supposed that the tickets represented the rings Gresson had stolen, and a future investigation proved such to be the case. The rings had been pawned for twenty dollars each, and to avoid any trouble in the matter, for the pawnbroker did not seem to be willing to give up the rings without litigation, Mrs. Mace paid the amount advanced, and got them back.
After the examination, Andy Gresson was locked up to await the action of the Grand Jury. There
