McAllister and His Double

nville, tapping Mr. McAllist

re of it, even during that unfortunate experience the year before, which he had so far successfully concealed from his friends.

t persuasive smile. He was a smartly built fellow with a black mustache and an unswer

ne. He had evidently been discharged from prison and was at his old tricks again, with the result that once more his employer was playing the part of Dromio. McAllister had succeeded by judicious bribery and the greatest care in preserving inviolate the history of his incarceration. Had this not been the case one word now to the determined individual with th

th Fatty Welch. We do look alike, to be sure." He put up his monocle and smi

nly winked s

miliar with the name of the

that he had m

ued Barney. "Will you come as

it his lip wi

e this train. Listen! they're shouting 'All aboard' now. I know who you're after. You've got us mixed. Your man's a professional crook. I can prove my identity to you inside

picking up hitherto unsuspected clews flitted through his mind. He had his man "pinc

No funny business, now. I've got my smoke wa

y, and he was just about to lean over and pour forth his sorrows to his friend when he realized with fresh humiliation that should he seize this opportunity to explain the present situation, the whole wretched s

, getting up and coming ove

unded train," replied McAllis

Wainwright. "Kind o' think I know him. Foreigne

epont's. Takin' him out to Blair's-so hospitable, don'cher know." He

rked Wainwright. "Like a

was in for it now. The 125th Stre

resent Mr. Joseph Wainwright. He thinks he's met you in P

ight, grasping the detective's hand wi

was "working" some swell guys who thought he was a real high-roller. Maybe he was going to pull off some kind of a job that very evening.

fool efening,"

lunged into

he town. Remember, we're going to the Blairs at Scarsdale. You're the particular friend of a man named Pierrepont-

ed. "I ain't on to your game, I admit. Still, I

the basis of a practical joke and save his face in that way. Just at present the Baron was getting along famously with Wainwright. McAllister hoped he wouldn't overdo it. One thing, thank Heaven, he remembered-Wainwright had flunked his French disgracefully at college and probably wouldn't dare venture it under the circumstances. There was still a chance that he might convince his captor of his mistake before they reached Scarsdale, and on the strength of this he proposed a cigar. But Wainwright had frozen hard to his Baron and accepted for himself with alacrity, even sugge

lister resolved to do