Mitch Tobin, still licking the wound while rubbing salt in it re the old betrayal which made him turn in his badge, is now a night guard at a New York museum where an original, nude and dead, is found on the floor. Before he's through he assumes the blame for two more ancillary tragedies including the blinding of the officer on the case. Mitch is as ruefully acrid as ever and the story services his audience with quick efficiency.