"Such a compliment is especially appreciated when it comes from a young gentleman of your stripe.

Good-bye." That word "stripe" caused Fred Ripley to have a disagreeable chill.
He remembered that "stripes" are an important part of the design on a convict's suit of state-furnished clothes.
"But he needn't think he can prove anything against me," Fred muttered to himself, as he started down the street.

"Of course, I know I lost that chisel last night, and Driggs may have found it in his boatyard.

But he can't prove that the chisel belongs to me, or to our house.

There are lots more chisels just like that one.