“Two like jimmies, eh?” said Chick. “You may be right. I think you are, in fact, or the blood on this one would be that of the murdered woman.”
“Surely. That’s the very point.”
“But who stained this one and put it where it was found?”
“Another of the crooks, one who was waiting outside of the house while Gordon was there,” said Nick. “He was the one who had the vial of blood, also the duplicate jimmy. The vial may have been provided with a stopper like those in the bottles used by a barber, from which a few drops can be easily shaken.”
“I see the point.”
“Gordon, mind you, did not put on his overcoat until after he had walked about a block,” Nick continued. “It would have been child’s play for the crook to have followed him, and, while passing him, to have stealthily dashed a few drops of the blood on his garments.”
“That’s right, chief, for fair,” cried Patsy. “There would have been nothing to it.”
“Gordon was a bit upset, moreover, and he did not afterward notice the spots on the black cloth, which would have quickly absorbed it.”
“All that is plain enough,” Chick admitted. “But how about the overcoat pocket. How was the blood put into that?”
“It would have been equally easy.”