You're all down on me, and won't listen to a thing I say; that's the worst of it." The tall head of the Scranton police force held up something he had been carrying all the while.
"Here's the skates he had, Hugh," he went on to say.

"Thad tells me they are your property.

He even showed me your initials scratched on each skate.

Take a good look at the same, and let me know about it, will you, before I lug this sneak off to the lock-up.

I reckon he's headed for the Reform School this time, sure!" At that Nick grew even more sallow than before, if such a thing were possible; and the fear in his eyes became almost pitiable.
Hugh, meaning to make a straight job of his idea, calmly looked the skates over.