He was satisfied that something had been done, and he was disposed to avoid any unpleasant consequences.
"I spoke to a policeman about the watch," said the man.

"I told him I had it, and if he found that such a watch had been stolen, it could be found at my shop." "And if he did not find that watch had been stolen, you meant to keep it yourself," answered Master Simon, whose earnestness made him forget for a moment to use his high-flown words.
"Keep a civil tongue in your head," growled the broker.

"I notified the police that I had it; that's enough." "Perhaps it is I will ask my friend the mayor about it;" and Simon moved towards the door.
"Stop a moment." "Can't stop now." "Here! I will go up to the city marshal with you.

May be I made a mistake in keeping the watch; but if I did, it was only to prevent it from falling into the hands of some one less scrupulous than myself." "Do I look like a thief ?" asked Master Simon, indignantly.
"It don't do to judge by appearances," replied the broker, locking his shop door, and walking towards the City Hall with Simon.

"There are some very respectable thieves about." Master Simon Sneed was satisfied with this explanation.