The stranger under cover of a newspaper was bent on extracting the handsome watch and chain that the elderly gentleman's open coat displayed.
Although the paper hid the movement of his hands, Grace divined by the expression of the man's face what was taking place behind the paper screen.
Like a flash she was out of her seat and down the aisle.

But quick as had been her movement, the thief was quicker.

He straightened up, coolly turned to his paper, looking up at her with an air of bored inquiry as she paused before him.
Ignoring him completely, she touched the old man on the shoulder and said in a low tone, "Please pardon me, but if you value your watch you had better look to it.

I just saw this man attempting to steal it." The old gentleman bounded up like a rubber ball, saying excitedly, "What do you mean, young woman ?" "Just what I say," replied Grace.
The thief gave Grace a contemptuous look, then without stirring, said lazily, "The young lady is entirely mistaken.

She must have been dreaming." "I repeat my accusation," said Grace firmly.