CRIME: Young Burglar

The sun had long since gone down behind Dreyer's Market, in Irvington, N.J., and its showcases and chopping block were lost in gloom. Nevertheless, as Patrolman John Hughes squinted cautiously through the shop's window, he was certain that something which looked extraordinarily like a leg of lamb was prowling around inside. He rang for reinforcements. Two squad cars screeched up. A phalanx of coppers tumbled into the meat-shop, pistols drawn, flashlights glaring. On the floor sat a blond, blue-eyed, six-year-old boy. He was playing trains with some sausage.

What, cried his relieved and astounded captors, was he doing there?...

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