Reaching Thirty-fourth Street he walked to the west quite rapidly and on the second corner above as he turned to the left he came into close contact with another, an encounter which caused him to step back with a decided start. Then he laughed aloud, most heartily, and if at nothing else, at the look of vast astonishment which spread over the face of the other person. Both the laugh and the look of astonishment were justified. The man he had encountered was an exact duplicate of himself. They needed but a band between them to become Siamese twins. Finally, recovering from his astonishment a bit, the other reached out as if he would take Morris by the shoulders, saying: “Here, cull, wot’s all dis?” “It’s all right, Bally Morris,” replied the other, who himself had been called by that name by Spike Thomas. Suddenly the other bent forward, peering keenly into the face of his counterpart and almost shouted: “Hully chee! It’s a plant. De cull is painted for me. Dat’s right.” Again the other laughed so heartily that he could not reply, and while he was holding his sides his counterpart cried out: “Wot’s de game? Give up now. Who’s youse?” “Patsy Murphy, Bally Morris,” replied Patsy, for it was Patsy. “I didn’t think I’d run up agin’ you so far away from de Bowery. But come along till I get dis make-up off me.” Somewhat dazed and wholly bewildered, the east-side tough followed obediently the one who had made himself into such a skillful resemblance. “But I say, Patsy,” he asked, “what was you up to?” “Nothing that’ll hurt you,” replied Patsy, “but if you’ll play up to de line it may put some dollars into your pocket.” Patsy found on the corner below a drinking-place and, going into the washroom, quickly removed the make-up that had made him look like Bally Morris. Then he took Billy into the barroom and told him just what he had done in his disguise. “Now, Billy,” he said in conclusion, “I haven’t made you do anything that’ll hurt you or any one else. If you’ll take up my lead now and not let Spike know that I faked him so, there’ll be some boodle for you from somewhere. Do yer see?” He continued: “I’m tryin’ to stop that case from going into the hands of people that, if it ever reaches them, can’t be got out of by the right owners.” When the real Bally Morris comprehended the whole scheme he was quite willing to fall into it and do as Patsy wanted him to do since there was no danger for him, but a chance of profit. “Are you goin’ to be on the level with me?” asked Patsy. “Why shouldn’t I be?” replied Morris. “Dere ain’t anyt’ing in it for me any odder way.” “Then,” said Patsy, “get down to that place and watch Spike. And meet me on the other corner an hour from now. Wait for me till I come.” Patsy hastened to report, for he believed that he had made most important discoveries. CHAPTER V. DRAWING THE LINES.