“The proof?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Here!”
With his left hand, Hodge took out and held up before Bertrand’s staring eyes the handkerchief he had found that night with the aid of the lantern.
CHAPTER VII.
THE FALSE CONFESSION.
“What is it?”
“Your handkerchief.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I found it. See, here are your initials on the corner. I have been to the laundry where you take your linen, and there I compared this with one of your handkerchiefs in the place. It is your mark, and you cannot dispute it.”