"No, no," the cop said earnestly, "he just says he isn't Pillsworth."
"Then he admits to being a blonde woman?" the judge gasped. "He must be mad!"
"No," the cop said, "he doesn't admit anything about being a blonde woman."
"Then he denies being a blonde woman," the judge said with relief. "I wish you'd give me this story straight. Who accused him of being a blonde woman in the first place?"
"No one," the cop said, almost tearfully. "He was only accused of being Pillsworth."
"Pillsworth? You mean the fellow the hospital's looking for? Who said he was Pillsworth?"
A look of doom came into the cop's eyes. "The—the other one, your honor," he said.
"The other what?" the judge glowered. "Stop being evasive and answer my questions."
Rooney swallowed fatefully. "The other Pillsworth," he answered. "He accused Pillsworth of being Pillsworth—that is unless he's Pillsworth himself. Only he melted away so I guess we'll never really know. The blonde woman insists she can't identify him."