“Because I was not positive,” Klein replied, “and I did not care to make accusations until I had the proofs.” “Please continue, Mr. Klein,” said the chief of police. “Three days ago,” Klein resumed, “while on a trip to Fall River, I was fortunate enough to save Mr. Tod from the hands of several enraged strikers. While this meeting was a surprise to me, and to him as well, the fact that he was wearing my brown suit--the suit taken from Delmar on the roof of his boarding house--was a still greater one. From Mr. Tod, who then refused to believe me guilty of the Delmar assault, owing to my action in protecting him, I learned he had been in Boston, and while there had chanced to overhear a conversation between two strangers which convinced him that Jarge was not a detective, but a clever crook posing as one, and known to those of the underworld as ‘Doc.’” The attentive chief of police exclaimed sharply: “Doc? Why, that man is wanted in half a dozen parts of the country!” “Then you’ll have the honor of arresting him,” Klein replied. “Meanwhile,” he went on, picking up the thread of his story, “Tod informed me that he had purchased my suit in a pawnshop opposite the station in Fall River. In searching the pockets we found a piece of folded newspaper. I saved it. A part of the paper is torn, and the clipping Tanner dropped from his pocket that night in my dressing room just fits that torn part!” Tanner, who had remained silent while the evidence was piling up against him, suddenly leaped to his feet. “It--it’s a lie!” he burst out. “A lie! You can’t----” Tod jerked him back to his chair. “Sit down!” he commanded, glorying in his position. “When we want you to talk we’ll let you know.” “Mr. Tod recognized Tanner as one of Mrs. Wold’s roomers,” Klein continued, “and that same night I sent her a telegram. In answering it she mentioned the fact that Tanner had occupied a room adjoining Delmar’s, and on the morning of the assault had disappeared. She said, also, that a slim, black-eyed stranger was a frequent visitor to this room. From then on my case was as good as finished. I enlisted the services of Mr. Tod, and together we have managed to bring the little drama to a satisfactory conclusion.” Tanner, white-lipped, trembling with suppressed agitation, was on his feet again, despite Tod’s effort to prevent him. “There isn’t a shred of truth in that yarn!” he cried hoarsely. “I--I didn’t take the necklace--nobody saw me! I don’t know a thing about this Delmar case! Never heard of it! I tell you it’s all--all a lie!” Klein, awaiting the favorable opportunity to spring his final and greatest surprise, suddenly stripped the raincoat from his shoulders, and faced the stammering, protesting Tanner.