CHAPTER IV.

ALL SORTS OF IDENTIFICATIONS.


"I am sorry to tell you, Mr. Jones, that the body of the woman murdered
last night has been identified as that of your wife."

So spoke Nick, and this time Jones' calmness was not proof against the
surprise.

"It can't be possible!" he exclaimed, leaping from his chair.

"I am so informed," said Nick, "and I must place you under arrest."

"But there is some infernal mistake here," said the accused. "I know
that my wife is all right. This must be somebody else."

"A lady living in the same house with you has recognized the body."

"I don't care if she has. Nobody in that house knows my wife."

"Is there anybody in the city who does know her?"

"I can't think of anybody."

"How about the grocer with whom you traded?"