CHAPTER XX.

HOW ALL CAME RIGHT IN THE MORNING. It is quite possible that the pickpocket would have made good his escape, if he had not, unluckily for himself, run into another policeman. "Beg your pardon," he said, hurriedly. "Stop a minute," said the officer, detaining him by the arm, for his appearance and haste inspired suspicion. He was bare-headed, for his hat had fallen off, and he had not deemed it prudent to stop long enough to pick it up. "I'm in a great hurry," panted the thief. "My youngest child is in a fit, and I …