“An officer of the police shall go with you, to the restaurant and the employment office, and see what can be done; but I don’t think you will ever see your money again,” added Mr. Maynard. “I don’t like to have to sleep in boxes and barrels in the street; and I shouldn’t have to if I could get something to do. I am willing to work, and do hard work too.” “Don’t trouble yourself any more about that matter, for I shall see that you have a place,” added Mr. Maynard, in the kindest of tones. “Thank you, sir: I shall be very glad to get a place on the smallest wages; and I will do my best for the man that hires me.” When they returned to the store, the senior called the officer of police, who was still about the premises, looking up the facts in the case, and told him of Wade’s experience in the employment office. “Now, Barnett, I want you to go with the young man, and do what you can to set him right,” said Mr. Maynard. “It is a hard case to find these fellows,” said the officer, “but I will do the best I can.” Mr. Barnett and Wade left the private office together. They walked along by the counter for some distance, where customers were looking at the goods. Suddenly Wade pulled the coat of the officer, and turned square around, evidently so that somebody should not see his face. “What’s the matter?” asked the policeman. “Do you see the man that is looking into the glass case?” added Wade greatly excited,--“the man in a frock coat?” “I see him.” “That is Mr. Flinker!” “Do you mean that he is the one who keeps the restaurant?” “He is the one that pretended to keep it.” “Are you very sure?” inquired the careful officer. “He has changed his clothes, and is fixed up more than he was yesterday; but I know he is the one.” Mr. Barnett had so much confidence in the boy, that he immediately arrested the man, and, in spite of his energetic protest, put the handcuffs upon him. He was looking at some gold rings when he was taken; and Wade concluded that he was spending his money upon these trinkets. “You are utterly mistaken in your man, Mr. Officer,” said Mr. Flinker. “If you will give me your name and residence, I will try to find out the truth of what you say,” replied Mr. Barnett. “I live in Buffalo,” added the thief. “Street and number; and I will telegraph to the police of Buffalo,” said the business-like officer. “I don’t care to frighten my family with any inquiries of the sort you propose,” replied Mr. Flinker, who evidently did not like the plan mentioned. “Very well, Mr. Flinker: I can tell whether or not you are the man I want, without disturbing your family in Buffalo,” added Mr. Barnett. He called a carriage; and the trio drove to the restaurant. “You think the real Mr. Flinker will know this gentleman, don’t you, Wade?” asked the officer. “I am sure he will; for he was talking with him for some time,” answered Wade.