o retreated until they were both hidden from the
view of the man within the store.

"Give me those blue trousers there," said Goldstamm in a loud voice.
Then in a whisper he said to the boy: "Run to the police station. The
man with the watch and the purse is in there."

The boy understood and set off at once at a fast pace, while the old man
returned to his store with a heavy heart. He wondered whether he would
be able to keep the murderer there until the police could come. And he
also wondered what it might cost him, an old and feeble man, who would
be as a weak reed in the hands of the strong tramp in there. But he knew
it was his duty to do whatever he could to help in the arrest of one who
had just taken the life of a fellow creature. The realisation of this
gave the old man strength and calmness.

"A nice sort of an eye for size you have," cried the tramp as the old
man came up to him. "I suppose you've brought me in a boy's suit? What
do you take me for? Any girl could go to a ball in the shoes you brought
me to try on here."

"Are they so much too small?" asked the dealer in an innocent tone.
"Well, there's plenty more there. And perhaps you had better be trying
on this suit behind the curtain here while I'm hunting up the shoes."

This suggestion seemed to please the stranger, as he was evidently in a
hurry. He passed in behind the curtain and began to undress. Goldstamm's
keen eyes watched him through a crack. There was not much to be seen
except that the tramp seemed anxious to keep his overcoat within reach
of his hand. He had carefully put the purse in one of its pockets.

"We'll get the things all together pretty soon," said the dealer. "I've
found a pair of boots here, fine boots of good quality, and sure to
fit."

"Stop your talk," growled the other, "and come here and help me so that
I can get away."

Goldstamm came forward, and though his heart was very heavy within
him, he aided this man, this man about whom so many hundreds were now
thinking in terror, as calmly as he had aided his other poor but honest
customers.

With hands that did not tremble, the dealer busied himself about his
customer, listening all the while to sounds in the street in the hope
that his tete-e-tete with the murderer would soon be over. But in spite
of all his natural anxiety, the old man's sharp eyes took cognizance
of various things, one of which was that the man whom he was helping to
dress in his new clothes did n