Another Drabble

I thought I was clever when I put suspenders over my striped shirt. I thought if I painted my face white, and used hand gestures, they would never know me from, who I was. They could not ask me for I pretended not to speak. A perfect disguised people thought me a performer, they started to call me a mime. Until the detective found me. Shocked I was I asked, how did you find me. He replied, you hide behind the suspenders, and the make up, but the striped jail shirt you wear you may never hide under Mr. Mime.