A Sleuth Like Pinkerton Or Burns Is Told That There Has Been A Crime. He Runs Down Clues And Leads, And Learns Who Did The Deed, In Course Of Time. It's Just The Other Way With Me: The First Thing I Am Sure Of Is The Criminal'S Identity, And Then I Learn What Crime Was His. When Son Comes Up With Hanging Head And Smiles A Certain Kind Of Smile, When He's Affectionate Instead Of Playful; When He Stalls Awhile And Starts To Speak And Stops Again, Or, Squirming Like A Mouse That's Caught, Asserts, "I Am A Good Boy," Then I Look To See What Harm'S Been Wrought.