Usually it is said that a policeman is never in sight when he is wanted; but in this case there was an exception. One of the bluecoats turned into Third Avenue from a side street. Gerald darted forward and touched him on the arm. "What's wanted, sonny?" asked the officer. "I have been robbed of fifty dollars, and there's the man that robbed me." "Are you sure about this? I don't want to make a mistake." By this time the reporter came up. "It's all right, officer," he said. "I know the man." "And who are you, sir?" "A reporter on the Evening——" The policeman regarded him with respect. He felt that it was well for him to keep in with reporters on the daily papers. "All right, sir," he answered. "You will accompany me to the station-house?" "Yes." "Then I'll make the arrest. Keep close at hand." Increasing his pace, the officer caught up with Brand and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned quickly, and when he recognized who it was that had touched him, his face underwent a quick change. But he put on a bold front. "How are you, captain?" he said, with assumed nonchalance. "You are Officer Benson, are you not?" "No." "I thought you were. Benson is a fine fellow, and an old-time friend of mine." "That's all very well, but I have business with you. You are charged with the robbery of a wallet containing fifty dollars." "This must be a joke!" said Brand, in assumed surprise. "Who makes the charge?" The officer pointed out Gerald. "Never saw him before in my life!" he exclaimed. "Perhaps you never saw me, Mr. Turner?" struck in the reporter. "Yes; you live in the same house with me." "Exactly. You lured this boy to your room, and, after robbing him, locked him in. I released him." "Was this the story he told you?" "Yes." "All I can say is, that if he got into my room it was for the purpose of robbery." Gerald was about to make an indignant denial, when the officer said: "You'll have to go with me, Mr. Brandon Turner, or whatever your name is. I am not running a police court. You can defend yourself in the court-room." "But this is an outrage!" blustered Brand. "To be arrested on a false charge made by a young rascal!" "Come along! I didn't recognize you at first, but I believe you are Jim Hayden, whose picture is in the Rogues' Gallery, in Mulberry Street." In spite of further remonstrance, Brand was taken to the police station, and, at Gerald's request, was searched. The missing wallet was found in his pocket, and proved to contain the lost money with the exception of five dollars, which had probably been spent. He was tried the next day, and sentenced to three years in State's prison. Altogether Gerald was delayed three days. Then, with his restored money in his pocket, he started for Chicago. His new friend the reporter accompanied him to the depot of the Pennsylvania Railroad at Jersey City.