The mayor gave it to me." "You hear that, sir," said Master Simon to the broker, with becoming dignity.

"This, Katy, is the man that has your silver watch; and he has consented to deliver it to the rightful owner." "Let me see the note," said the broker.
"No, I won't," replied Katy, pretty sharply.

"You are a naughty man, and I won't trust you with it." "But I will give you, the watch." "Give it to me, and then I will show you the note," replied Katy, who was thinking more of getting the precious relic than of having the broker punished.
The broker took the watch from his pocket and handed it to her, and in return she produced the mayor's note.
"I suppose there is no need of your delivering this note now ?" continued the broker, with a cunning smile.
"No; I don't care anything about it, now that I have got the watch," replied Katy, rejoiced beyond measure to recover the treasure.
"Well, then, I am somewhat acquainted with the marshal, and I will hand him the note, and explain the circumstances.

He will be perfectly satisfied." Katy didn't care whether he was satisfied or not, so long as she had the watch.

But the broker entered the marshal's office, and they could not see him put the note in his pocket.
"I am so glad I got it!" exclaimed Katy.
"I doubt whether you could have recovered it if I had not used my influence in your favor," remarked Simon, complacently.