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| ROXY HASTINGS. 173 his story at the police office to find that he was at once an object of general interest. ‘Lee, did you say?, Lee?. Is that the name of the man that was robbed?” asked one of the officers, coming for- ward. ‘Yes, sir, Charles Lee.” ‘‘You’ve come to the right spot, sir. Look at that. Is that his box ?” | There was the metallic box unopened, and with the name painted plainly on the top, “ Charles Lee.” “ That’s it, sir, undoubtedly. I don’t know the box, but that’s my grandson’s name. His trunk was broken open, but we did not know what was taken out. He is away from home.” “Is that his watch ?” “Ves. sir. I know it well.” “That pin; these studs——” “I don’t know them—very probably they were his.” * Would you know the burglar if you should see him? I understand you to say that he slept at your grandson’s house last night.” “Yes, yes, we should all know him there.” “ Describe him as near as you can.” The major did so. “That’s the man. We've got him.” “ How was he caught ?” “Binney did it—that man yonder. He’s got owl’s eyes, and sees best in the night. I really believe his grand- father was an owl.” Binney laughed and looked much pleased. . “He shall be rewarded, sir—I—I’ll see to that. But how was it done?” “Tell him, Binney.” “Well, sir, 1 was on my beat near the corner of street, standing in a door way, shaded like, when I saw this man coming down the street, and thought there was something suspicious in his manner. I noticed twice as he came near a lamp that he crossed over, and that set me a thinkin’—” “ And a blinkin’,” said the other. “Yes, if you choose. Anyway, I watched him from my _hiding-place, and as he passed me, I saw that he had some- thin’ under the breast of his coat, which he held pulled over it with one hand. That was enough. I stepped out and grabbed him.” “ Bully for Binney.” Gomicbooks com