See that old chap over there with the basket of fruit in his lap ?" The stranger moderated his voice and leaned toward Tom.

Tom, turning his head a trifle to follow the other's gaze, felt one of the bags between his feet move and made a grab toward it.

But the stranger had not, apparently, touched it, unless with a foot.

"That," he was saying, "is Four-Fingered Phillips, one of the cleverest confidence-men in New York.

Well, so long!" The other moved away, walking nonchalantly past the station policeman who had now wandered back to his post.