I advise you to keep pretty close."
"I certainly shall," said the old man, evidently alarmed by this
suggestion. "What a pity that such a bold lad shouldn't be in our
business!"
"Perhaps you'll wish yourself out of it before long," muttered Peg.
As if in corroboration of her words, there was a sharp ring at the
door-bell.
The old man, who was constitutionally timid, turned pale, and looked
helplessly at his companion.
"What is it?" he asked, apprehensively.
"Go and see."
"I don't dare to."
"You're a coward," said Peg, contemptuously. "Then I'll go."
She went down stairs, followed by the old man. She threw open the
street door, but even her courage was somewhat daunted by the sight
of two police officers, accompanied by Jack.
"That's the man," said Jack, pointing out Foley, who tried to
conceal himself behind Mrs. Hardwick's more ample proportions.
"I have a warrant for your arrest," said one of the officers,
advancing to Foley.
"Gentlemen, spare me," he said, clasping his hands. "What have I
done?"
"You are charged with uttering counterfeit coin.
"I am innocent."
"If you are, that will come out on your trial."
"Shall I have to be tried?" he asked, piteously.
"Of course. If you are innocent, no harm will come to you."
Peg had been standing still, irresolute what to do.
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