The pickpocket, seeing he was caught, said nothing. He made a sudden effort to dart through the crowd and get away, but the officer was too quick for him. “No, you don’t!” exclaimed the bluecoat. He blew his whistle and several other policemen came running up. They soon handcuffed the thief, and after telling Larry and the old gentleman to follow to the police station led their prisoner away. “Will you come and be a witness?” asked the man who had been robbed, of Larry. “Yes, sir, but first I have to take this copy to the _Leader_ office.” “All right, my boy, run along. You have done me a good service to-day, and I’ll not forget it. I prize that watch very highly. Here is my card,” and he handed Larry a bit of pasteboard, which the boy was too confused to look at. “Come to the police station as soon as you can,” said the old man as he prepared to follow the officers, who were being trailed by a big crowd of curious persons. CHAPTER XXIII BAD MONEY Larry was in such a hurry to get to the office with the copy, for he had been delayed some time, that he did not look at the card the elderly gentleman had given him until some time later, when he had explained the news to Mr. Emberg. The city editor sent a reporter to get the story from the police station. “Who was the man whose watch they took?” asked Mr. Emberg. “I forgot to look,” replied Larry, pulling out the card and reading it. “He--was Dr. James Carrolton,” he added. “What?” cried Mr. Emberg. Larry repeated his remark. “Say, this is a big story!” exclaimed the city editor. “We must have a display on this. Dr. Carrolton robbed the second day he is in New York.” He hurried to the telephone, to call up the police station where he had sent the reporter, and, getting him on the wire, held a hurried conversation with him. “You’re always stumbling on big stories,” said the city editor, coming back to where Larry stood, wondering what it was all about. “How do you mean?” “Don’t you know who Dr. Carrolton is?” Then a light dawned on Larry. “Why--why,” the boy began, “he’s the great English surgeon on hip and spine diseases that we’ve had so many stories about, and he came over here to cure a millionaire’s daughter.” “Of course,” said Mr. Emberg with a laugh. “I think it will be a good thing for you, also.” “How?” “Well, Dr. Carrolton is not only noted for his skill as a surgeon, but he is one of the most liberal men in the world. He appreciates whatever is done for him. The way you saved his watch from being stolen----” “I didn’t do that for pay!” exclaimed Larry. “Of course not,” resumed the city editor. “He knows you didn’t. But that need not stop him from rewarding you. You’re a lucky boy. He may give you a hundred dollars.” “I don’t want it,” spoke Larry suddenly. “What’s that! Let me tell you, a hundred dollars is not to be sneezed at.” “I’d rather he’d cure my sister,” said the boy. “Your sister?”