Inquiry among the sellers soon gave the officer all the information necessary as to where the boy lived. He was not a member of the association. He was a carrier. He was supposed to be good. A dozen boys knew the pink necktie carrier. Following is the official report of the officer who went after the boy. “I found he lived over a mile from the place where he delivered the paper. It was a swell part of the city. When I went there I asked for the boy. He was in bed. I told his mother I wanted to see him on some very particular personal business. He was tucked up in a nice warm bed, and I hated to disturb him. When I asked him if he had received a dollar from a lady for papers, he covered his head with the clothes. I knew I was right. I told him to get out of bed, and go with me to see the lady, return her money, and beg her pardon. I had him dead to rights for he didn’t want his mother to know what he had done. I went down stairs and told his mother I had some very important things we boys wanted him to do. She hesitated a little and finally let him go. He dressed, and when on the way I told him he must get down on his knees and beg the lady’s pardon; he cried and said, ‘I will go home before I’ll do that.’ All right, I said, if you want your mother to know what a little rascal you are, how you steal money, we’ll go back, but if you want to be a little man, and make things right, with my help, well and good. When we reached the house, we had to go up a stairway, and the boy threw himself on the steps and said, ‘Oh, I can’t do this,’ but I said you could steal all right, so come on. Up the stairs we went, and I knocked at the door. I thought that boy would faint. ‘Oh, I can’t do it,’ he cried, when the door opened and the lady stood before him. She understood the situation. She lifted him to his feet. I pulled him back, and said, ‘No, my lady, he must get down on his knees, return you the dollar, and beg your pardon.’ It was a tough job for that kid, but he did it; and after it was all over he said, ‘My! but I feel better, I’m glad this is over.’ On the way he told me he had spent forty cents and had but sixty cents left to pay the lady, so I gave him the money to make the dollar, and he is to pay me five cents a week until all is paid up. On the way home he was the happiest lad I ever saw. The lady said it was the slickest piece of detective work she ever heard of, and wished to thank you and the boys for starting the association.” A few days after this little incident, the boy was brought to the president, by the officer, requesting that he become a member of Boyville. His name was signed to an application and when the officer asked him how he felt after returning the dollar, he looked a little ashamed, but quickly said: “You bet, I’ll never do any thing like that again. It isn’t safe in this city, the kids find a fellow out when they are bad. I’m glad we fixed it up all right.”