I know your sort.

Lucky if you don't get ten years." "Save me!" wailed Toby.

"Yes, I did cash a check, come to think of it, for that amount, but I had no idea my account had run so low." Mr.Gottlieb spat into a sawdust box under the table and winked with great deliberation.
"How much have you got left ?" he inquired indifferently.
Tony delved into his breeches and with trembling hands produced a roll of bills still of some dignity.

Gottlieb stretched forth a claw, took them, placed them in his own pocket, and then swung his feet to the floor with alacrity.
"Come on, my lads," he exclaimed, "and I'll show you how we get the sinners off! All right, Mike." And he led the way across the street and into the station-house, where poor Toby was searched and his pedigree taken down by the clerk.

It being at this time only about eleven in the morning we were then conducted to the nearest police court, where we found in attendance the unfortunate hotel keeper who had so unwisely honored Toby's check.
"You rascal!" he shouted, struggling to reach my unfortunate friend.
"I'll show you how to take other people's money! I'll put you where you belong!" But the officers haled him back and he was forced to restrain himself until the could tell his story to the judge.