Then he handed the card to Nick, who read the name. The two men
exchanged glances, and both smiled.

"Mrs. John Jones," said Nick; "well, this puts a new face on the
matter."

"It's a great case," was the reply. "I'm mighty glad you happened to be
on the scene at once."

He turned to the officer who had brought the card, and directed that
Mrs. Jones should be admitted immediately.

A pretty young woman entered. She was of about the same height as the
unfortunate victim of the tragedy in the restaurant, and much like her
in build.

The faces did not resemble each other in outline, but the coloring was
similar. There was a faint resemblance in the large, light blue eyes.

The hair was of the same peculiar shade, and nearly as luxuriant. But
nobody would ever have mistaken one woman for the other, after a fair
look at their faces.

The costumes, however, were positively identical. Mrs. John Jones, to
all appearances, wore the very same clothes as Nick had seen upon the
woman in room B.

Mrs. Jones was evidently very nervous, but she made a fine attempt to
control herself.