On a rainy Sunday afternoon, the tramp enters a saloon by the side entrance. The bartender is about to put him out when he produces a coin and calls for a drink. Presently a reporter enters and sits down at the same table with the tramp. The reporter, realizing that the tramp may provide him with interesting copy, shoves the bottle toward him. The tramp, as he drains his glass remarks, "Because she was untrue to me, I killed the woman I loved." The tramp tells the following: The tramp, stylishly dressed, is seen in a handsomely furnished room, bidding his wife goodbye. He turns to his friend as he does this, and says to him: "Take good care of her, Tom, while I am away." Later we see the tramp returning unexpectedly, and is astonished to see Tom and his wife in each other's arms. Enraged, he kills both. He then takes his grip and leaves the house. He enters a pretentious corner saloon, where he is greeted by his friends who drag him to a table, and as they drink to his health, he says, "I am on my way home. Just got in." The newsboy enters with evening papers. One of the men buys a paper from the newsboy, and shows the tramp an article headed: "Tom Blake and Mrs. Howard, wife of Henry Howard, found dead by maid. Mr. Howard has been out of town for several days." The tramp reads the article with simulated horror, and then sinks back in his chair, as if utterly overcome by an unexpected tragedy. The scene now dissolves, and we again see the tramp telling his story to the reporter and bartender. As he finishes the account of his domestic tragedy, he remarks, "It was a perfect alibi. I trust I have entertained you gentlemen." Then he staggers out into the rain. The tramp goes to meet his associates in a cheap tenement house. He tells them of his recent experience, and from the substantial evidence of his return to affluence, his associates gather that his improvised domestic tragedy has given him the opportunity to exercise his professional skill, as he is now the owner of a gold watch, and displays money that he could never earn by honest toil.