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Now , then , '' he continued , turning to Trina and the harness-maker and taking out his note-book and pencil , `` I want your names and addresses . '' It was a day of tremendous excitement for the entire street . Long after the patrol wagon had driven away , the crowd remained . In fact , until seven o'clock that evening groups collected about the door of the junk shop , where a policeman stood guard , asking all manner of questions , advancing all manner of opinions . `` Do you think they 'll get him ? '' asked Ryer of the policeman . A dozen necks craned forward eagerly .