"Silence!" the Justice snapped. "And besides, this sort of thing doesn't really get us anywhere." He turned to the waitress. "You're certain this is the man, are you? No doubt in your mind whatsoever?"
"None."
"She's lying!" Toffee cried. "How can she be sure? They're just alike."
"Sure," George put in. "How can she be when I'm not so sure which of us is which. Maybe I am really he, for all I know."
"Eh?" The Justice's eyebrows seemed about to leave his face. "How's that?"
"I propose a test for the witness," George continued. "If you want a positive identification from her, why don't you let the two of us go out of the room for a moment, then return. If she can successfully pick out this gentleman over here, then we'll have to accept her testimony."
A look of deep confusion passed over the Justice's face. He turned to the waitress. "Is that a good idea?" he asked. "I'm so mixed up, I can't tell."
"Sure," the girl said. "Let 'em go. I'll pick out the right mug the minute they step through the door."
Nevertheless, something about the arrangement seemed to bother the Justice as Marc and George quickly removed themselves from the room. The minute the door closed after them, it struck him.