“That may very well be.”
“What do you know about it?” asked M. Daubigeon.
“I know it must have been a man who had stolen into the garden, and who
had frightened Miss Martha so terribly, because Dr. Seignebos dropped,
in going out, a five-franc piece just at the foot of that tree, where
miss said she had seen the man standing. The valet who showed the doctor
out helped him look for his money; and, as they sought with the candle,
they saw the footprints of a man who wore iron-shod shoes.”
“The marks of my shoes!” broke in Trumence again; and sitting down, and
raising his legs, he said to the magistrate,--
“Just look at my shoes, and you will see there is no lack of iron
nails!”