"I—I don't know what to do," wailed the merchant.
"Tell the truth!"
"But—there is something peculiar about——"
"Out with it! Know this man?"
"I've seen him before," the merchant replied.
"When?"
"La-last night, sir."
"Now we are getting at it!" Jim Farland exclaimed. "When did you see him last night, and where, and what happened?"
"He was in the store, Mr. Farland, about half past ten or a quarter of eleven o'clock. He—he bought those clothes he's got on."
"Pay for them?"