of him he gave Jerry a watch. What else? Delaney was interested in an actress named Norma Fitzgerald. A week ago last Sunday he left Chicago at eight P.M.—the Limited—for Barstow, riding in Compartment B, car 198. And that, I guess, about sums up what we know of Jerry Delaney.”
Charlie Chan smiled. “Very good,” he said. “A splendid list, rich with promise. But one fact you have missed complete.”
“What’s that?” inquired Eden.
“One very easy fact,” continued Chan. “Take this vest once on Jerry Delaney. Examine close—what do you discover?”
Carefully Eden looked over the vest, then with a puzzled air handed it to Holley, who did the same. Holley shook his head.
“Nothing?” asked Chan, laughing silently. “Can it be you are not such able detectives as I thought? Here—place hand in pocket—”
Bob Eden thrust his fingers into the pocket indicated by Chan. “It’s chamois-lined,” he said. “The watch pocket, that’s all.”
“True enough,” answered Chan. “And on the left, I presume.”
Eden looked foolish. “Oh,” he admitted, “I get you. The watch pocket is on the right.”
“And why,” persisted Charlie. “With coat buttoned, certain man can not reach watch easily when it reposes at left. Therefore he instructs tailor, make pocket for watch on right, please.” He began to fold up the clothes in order to return them to the bag. “One other fact we know about Jerry Delaney, and it may be used in tracing his movements
