Mrs. Jones marks “hubby’s” shirts and collars with a newly purchased rubber stamp, and then, forgetting that she has done so, presents some of the older articles to a “Weary Willie” who asks for charity. The next thing we know she receives word from the police station that her husband, up to the present time an exemplary citizen, is in the clutches of the law as a drunken, disorderly character and a pickpocket. Then the fun begins. Mrs. Jones expects her mother, but she cannot stay to welcome her, and so she leaves a note upon the table, saying that she is in dreadful trouble and that she is at the police station; after which she dashes off to find her husband. Her mother reads the note and naturally concludes that if the daughter is at the police station she must be under arrest; whereupon she incontinently faints. And then comes Jones himself, who has not been arrested, and who, finding the mother-in-law in a faint and a note of dreadful import on the table, hies him straightway to the police station. But he goes to another one in Precinct No. 1. Meanwhile Mrs. Jones has been led to the cell supposed to be occupied by her husband, and there her eye lights upon her friend, the tramp. Of course, the imputation that she has a husband like that is too much for her already shattered nerves and she swoons. Then we see poor Jones in the women’s department of Precinct No. 1 having weird experiences with all types of drunks and disorderlies, but without finding his little wife. Out he dashes on his search and eventually finds himself at Precinct No. 2. While he is wildly and incoherently trying to tell the lieutenant about his wife, she, having recovered under the matron’s care, appears, and there is a reunion hysterical enough to make the whole police station seriously consider sending them both to Bellevue.