"I would not! M. J. Cassidy wears M. J. Cassidy's clothes, and nobody else wears 'em, believe me! Wot's happened to your own coat?" "I lost it--I mean it was stolen." "Stole?" "Yes, a robber with a revolver held me up a few minutes ago just over here in the next cross street and he took my coat away." "Huh! Well, did you lose your hat the same way?" "Yes--that is to say, no. I lost my hat running." "Oh, you run, hey? Well, you look to me like a guy wot would run. Well, did he take your clothes, too? Is that why you're squattin' behind them timbers?" The inquisitive one took a step nearer. "No--oh, no! I'm still wearing my--my--the costume I was wearing," answered Mr. Leary, apprehensively wedging his way still farther back between the stack of boards and the wall behind. "But you see----" "Well then, barrin' the fact that you ain't got no hat, ain't you jest as well off without no overcoat now as I'd be if I fell for any hard-luck spiel from you and let you have mine?" "I wouldn't go so far as to say that exactly," tendered Mr. Leary ingratiatingly. "I'm afraid my clothing isn't as suitable for outdoor wear as yours is. You see, I'd been to a sort of social function and on my way home it--it happened." "Oh, it did, did it? Well, anyway, I should worry about you and your clothes," stated the other. He took a step onward, then halted; and now the gleam of speculative gain was in his eye. "Say, if I was willin' to sell--not sayin' I would be, but if I was--wot would you be willin' to give for an overcoat like this here one?" "Any price within reason--any price you felt like asking," said Mr. Leary, his hopes of deliverance rekindling. "Well, maybe I'd take twenty-five dollars for it just as it stands and no questions ast. How'd that strike you?" "I'll take it. That seems a most reasonable figure." "Well, fork over the twenty-five then, and the deal's closed." "I'd have to send you the money to-morrow--I mean to-day. You see, the thief took all my cash when he took my overcoat." "Did, huh?" "Yes, that's the present condition of things. Very annoying, isn't it? But I'll take your address. I'm a lawyer in business in Broad Street, and as soon as I reach my office I'll send the amount by messenger." "Aw, to hell with you and your troubles! I might a-knowed you was some new kind of a panhandler when you come a-snortin' in my ear that-a-way. Better beat it while the goin's good. You're in the wrong neighbourhood to be springin' such a gag as this one you just now sprang on me. Anyhow, I've wasted enough time on the likes of you." He was ten feet away when Mr. Leary, his wits sharpened by his extremity, clutched at the last straw. "One moment," he nervously begged. "Did I understand you to say your name was Cassidy?" "You did. Wot of it?" "Well, curious coincidence and all that--but my name happens to be Leary. And I thought that because of that you might----"