Oliver was taken to the nearest police station. The officer at the gate looked at the boy."Another young thief,eh? "He turned to the old gentleman, "Are you the person who was robbed,sir? ""Yes,I am," replied the old gentleman," but I"m not sure that this boy actually took the hand kerchief. I don"t really want to take him to court. ""Too late. He must go before the magistrate now. "Oliver was locked in a small stone cell,which was disgustingly dirty and smellyAs the key turned in the lock, the old gentleman said to himself thoughtfully,"The re"s something in that boy"s face… He could be innocent. Where have I seen someone like him before? "After thinking about this for a few minutes, he said, "No; it must be imagination."He sighed unhappily,and began reading the book again.