The umbrella man looked unhappy. 'Well, you know, perhaps I've made a mistake. I took it from a restaurant this morning. It it's yours, well, I'm very sorry...'
'Of course it's my umbrella,' Soapy said.
The policeman looked at them - and the umbrella man walked away. The policeman went to help a beautiful girl to cross the road.
Soapy was really angry now. He threw the umbrella away and said many bad things about the policemen. Just because he wanted to go to prison, they did not want to send him there. He could do nothing wrong!
He began to walk back to Madison Square and home - his seat.
But on a quiet corner, Soapy suddenly stopped. Here, in the middle of the city, was a beautiful old church. Through one purple window he could see a soft light, and sweet music was coming from inside the church.
