"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?" "Our servant attended to all that till she was taken sick. Since then I've done what little there was to do. We've eaten most of our meals at restaurants." "What restaurants?" "Oh, all around. There's the Alcazar, for instance, where we have sometimes dined together." "Does the head waiter there know her?" "I suppose he would remember her face. He doesn't know the name." "All right. I'll have him look at the body." "But, man, you're going to let me look at it, aren't you?" exclaimed Jones. "That would settle it, I should think." "I'll take you there now, and we will try to get somebody from the Alcazar at the same time." Nick took the prisoner at once to the Alcazar. The head waiter remembered Jones' face. He had seen him dining with a lady who had beautiful light hair. The three went to the undertaker's rooms. Nick watched Jones narrowly as he approached the body. He started violently at the first sight of it. Then he became calm. "The hair is wonderfully like," he said, "but there is no resemblance between the two faces." "That is true, gentlemen," said the head waiter; "this is not the lady." "On the contrary," said a voice close beside them, "I believe that this lady was your wife, Mr. Jones." All the color went out of Jones' face as he turned quickly toward the man who had spoken. "Ah, Mr. Gottlieb," he said, "I am surprised to hear you say that." "Mr. Gottlieb is the grocer from whom the Joneses bought their supplies," said Chick, who had advanced to Nick's side. "I was not aware that you had ever seen my wife," said Jones, looking searchingly at the grocer. "I never saw her plainly," said Gottlieb. "She came into my store once or twice, but always closely veiled. So I cannot be sure; and, of course, if you insist that this is not your wife's body, I must be mistaken." "You are mistaken, sir," said Jones, coldly. He turned to Nick. "Mr. Gottlieb has sealed my doom for the present," he said, with a smile. "I am ready to go with you." Nick took his prisoner to Police Headquarters. The detective had meanwhile sent Patsy in quest of Harrigan, the coachman. Jones was taken into the superintendent's room, and a dozen other men were assembled there, waiting for the arrival of the cabman. Harrigan was very nervous when he appeared. "Youse fellies are tryin' to do me out o' my license," said he; "but I'm tellin' yer I was all right last night. I wasn't half so paralyzed as youse t'ink I was. Show me your man and I'll identify him." Harrigan was led into the superintendent's room. When he saw how many men were there he seemed to be a great deal taken aback. But he put a bold face on the matter, and promptly advanced, saying: "This is the man."