the windows of the opposite stores and houses suspiciously but without result. In another minute they were seated on Perry's front steps.
"What did you see through the transom?" asked Perry.
"Nothing much. There's a cot bed in one corner with a screen around it, and a table with a lot of books and things on it, and a funny table with a sloping top, and a little table near the window, and two or three chairs" Fudge paused, searching his memory. "That's all, I guess. There's a closet in the corner across from the bed, though. And, oh, yes, there was a trunk near the door. I could just see the edge of it. I'll bet if we could get a look in that trunk we'd find evidence enough, all right!"
"But—but if he's really a civil engineer," objected Perry, "maybe we're all wrong about him."
Fudge jeered. "What would a civil engineer be doing playing a piano in a movie theater? And why would he wear a false mustache? Or dress up like a cowboy? He's no more of a civil engineer than I am!"
"Myron's an unusual name," mused Perry.
"You wouldn't expect him to call himself John Smith, would you? Folks would suspect right away
that it was a—an assumed name. He's foxy, that
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