"The man wore a beard. I felt it brush my hand as he took the loaf."
"Good! That is a point."
"Which made me think of other men who wore beards."
"As, for instance—-"
The detective had taken from his pocket the card which he had used with such effect at the minister's, and as he said these words twirled it so that the two names written upon it fell under Sally Loton's inquisitive eyes. The look with which she read them was enough. John Zabel, James Zabel.
"Who told you it was either of these men?" she asked.
"You did," he retorted, pocketing the card with a smile.
"La, now! Samuel, I never spoke a word," she insisted, in anxious protest to her husband, as the detective slid quietly from the store.