"I am."
"Then who are you, besides being an impudent forger?"
"You name the one crime I never committed," said he. "I am Stingaree."
And they gazed into each other's eyes; but not yet were hers to be believed.
"He only escaped this afternoon!"
"I am he."
"With a bald head?"
"Thanks to a razor."
"And in those clothes?"
"I found them where I found the razor. Look; they don't fit me as well as they might."