Palm of His Hands

Someone wrote: “It was evening of the day after Christmas, and the night watchman of alarge department store was setting out on his usual rounds. Floor after floorpresented the same wild disorder; piles of mixed-up goods; boxes and cartons of all shapes and sizes, uncovered and tipped; indeed a miniaturecyclone could not have left a worse jumble behind. But a bigger shock awaited the watchman when, under one of the counters, he found a man who, apparently, had been pushed aside and trampled upon in the mad rush of shoppers on Christmas Eve. The man was an absolute stranger, and no item of his clothing provided a single clue to his identity. But when his body was examined for markings, nail prints were found in the palms of his hands.”