"Oh, for God's sake, don't send an innocent man to his death.

It WAS Stace Morse.

Listen! Listen! I'll tell the truth." He was clawing with his hands, piteously, over the desk at Jimmie Dale.

"When the big rewards came out last week I stole one of the gray seals from the bunch at headquarters to--to use it the first time any crime was committed when I was sure I could lay my hands on the man who did it.

Don't you see?
Of course he'd deny he was the Gray Seal, just as he'd deny that he was guilty--but I'd have the proof both ways and--and I'd collect the rewards, and--and--" The man collapsed into the chair.
Carruthers was up from his seat, his hands gripping tight on the edge of the desk as he leaned over it.
"Jimmie--Jimmie--what does this mean ?" he gasped out.
Jimmie Dale smiled--pleasantly now.
"That he has told the truth," said Jimmie Dale quietly.