"See him coming along behind the two women.

I'm sure I saw him, earlier this morning, talking with the same fit-thrower that bumped Dick." "Humph! So did I," muttered Dick.

"I remember.

This slim fellow was with a short, thick-set man with a black moustache." "Right!" nodded Harry.
"They must all be members of the same gang of thieves, then," flashed Dick.

"I've read in the newspapers that the thieves who work the Christmas trade generally go in gangs.