As
to his getting other letters on the strength of the stolen slip, you
had better go to the office and have the delivery stopped."
"Thank you, I will," replied Richard.
He was soon on his way back to Park Row.
"Do you remember me?" he asked of the clerk who had previously waited
on him.
"Yes; what is it? Anything wrong with your letters?"
Richard told his story.
"Will you hold the letters?" he added.
"Certainly. And if there is a call for them, I'll send out for an
officer and have the party detained."
When Richard was again on the street he hardly knew what to do. He had
no appetite for dinner, and there seemed now no use of returning to
the Watch Below.
He had a fancy that the urchin who had robbed him had run across into
the post-office. True, it was only a fancy, but Richard had some time
to spare yet before he was due at Mr. Joyce's office, and he determined
to take a walk in that direction.
Going through the post-office he walked over to Warren Street and
thence down to College Place. There was a coffee-stand upon the corner,
and here he bought two doughnuts for a cent each, and began munching
them, noticing at the same time that they were not of the best, being
dry, and that the flavor wasn't to be compared to that of those Grace
was in the habit of turning out at home.
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