“A man doesn’t leave footprints on rocks.”
“What time was it?”
“It would be about midnight, I reckon.”
“Did your wife hear the noise?”
“No. She was in bed and asleep.”
“Are you sure you didn’t dream this?” Mr. Brimsdown asked, with a shrewd penetrating glance.
“The open window wasn’t a dream,” was the dogged reply.
“You might have left it open yourself.”
“No, I didn’t. I close the windows every night before dark.”
“And lock them?”