"Rooney," the judge said, "have you lost your wits?"
"It wouldn't surprise me, judge," the cop sighed. "Everyone else has. Why not me?"
"There's only one man there, Rooney," the judge said harshly. "And judging by those skinny legs of his, maybe not even that."
"Yes, sir."
"Are you bucking for another vacation, Rooney, is that it?"
"Well, your honor, I do feel tired. It seemed to come over me all of a sudden, after I ran into all those people."
"All right, we'll see what can be done. In the meantime let's have no more of this falderol about one man being two, only one of them evaporated."
"Yes, your honor," Rooney said, greatly saddened. "There's only one man. I guess I was mistaken."
"Or drunk," the judge murmured sourly and turned his gaze to the assortment before him. "Now what happened with this gang?"