CHAPTER V.
MATT IS DISCHARGED.
When Matt Lincoln reached the pavement he saw that the man he was after had reached Wall street and was turning down toward Water street. The boy started on a run and caught up to the individual just as he was about to descend into an insurance office which was located several steps below the level of the street.
"Hold on there!" cried Matt, and he caught the man by the arm.
"What is it, boy?" demanded the other, with a slight start at being accosted so unexpectedly.
"I want to see you about that piece of bric-a-brac you broke at the auction store up on Nausau street."
The man's face reddened, and he looked confused.
"I don't—don't know what you are talking about," he stammered.
"Oh, yes, you do," returned Matt coolly. "You tried to let the blame fall on a young lady, but it
