The Clerk's TransformationThe watchman, whom we of course have not forgotten,
thought, after a while, of the goloshes which he had found and
taken to the hospital; so he went and fetched them. But neither the
lieutenant nor any one in the street could recognize them as their
own, so he gave them up to the police. "They look exactly like my
own goloshes," said one of the clerks, examining the unknown
articles, as they stood by the side of his own. "It would require
even more than the eye of a shoemaker to know one pair from the
other."
"Master clerk," said a servant who entered with some
papers. The clerk turned and spoke to the man; but when he had done
with him, he turned to look at the goloshes again, and now he was
in greater doubt than ever as to whether the pair on the rig
