CLUES! "The confidence-man ?" asked Steve incredulously.

"Oh, you run away and play, Tom! What would he be doing here?
Don't be a silly goat!" "Well, I suppose it isn't he, but--but he certainly looked just like him." "Pshaw, I saw him too, didn't I?
Well, that chap doesn't look anything like him." "Then you didn't look at the fellow I meant," returned Tom doggedly.
"I--I believe it was he, Steve!" "Oh, sure," said Steve sarcastically, "and the fellow behind him is a famous second-story burglar and the man with the flannel trousers on, who looks like a teacher, is a popular murderer.

He escaped from Sing Sing this morning.

And the little man with the grey moustache----" "That's all right," replied Tom earnestly, "but you'll find I'm right.
It--it was he, I tell you! There couldn't be two people as much alike!" "You'd better follow him then," laughed Steve, "and ask him for my suit-case.

Tell him I want my pajamas, will you ?" But Tom refused to treat the matter so lightly.