figures scrambled into the vacant seat in front of Redmond. His gaze
fell on a diminutive, red-headed, inquisitive-faced urchin of some eight
years, and a small, gray-eyed, wistful-looking maiden, perhaps about a
year younger, with hair that matched the boy's in colour. Under one
dimpled arm she clutched tightly to her--upside-down--a fat, squirming
fox-terrier puppy. Hand-in-hand, in an attitude of breathless,
speculative awe, they sat there bolt upright, like two small gophers;
watching intently the face of the uniformed representative of the Law, as
if seeking some reassuring sign.

It came presently--a kind, boyish, friendly smile that gained the
confidence of their little hearts at once.

"Hullo, nippers!" he said cheerily.

"Hullo!" the two small trebles responded.

"What's your name, son?"

"Jerry!"

"Jerry what?"

An uneasy wriggle and a moment's hesitation then--"Jeremiah!" came a
small--rather sulky--voice.

Breathing audibly in her intense eagerness the little girl now came to
the rescue.

"Please, policeman?" she stopped and gulped excitedly--"please,