The bishop pinched at his lower Up. He said:
This, doctor, begins to grow serious. It seems to indicate that somebody at The Grange itself is trying to throw suspicion on Morley…"
"I wonder," grunted Dr. Fell.
"… for it is obvious to the most elementary intelligence," the other went on benevolendy, "that Morley himself never wore them. Stand over there, Morley, and put your foot down in the clay beside that print. Now walk in it — there. You.see the difference?"
There was a pause. Morley examined the print he had made.
"What ho," said Morley, and whistled. "I see. You mean the print I make is too deep?"
"Exacdy. You are very much heavier than the person who stepped there, and your own impression is half an inch deeper. You follow me, doctor?"
Dr. Fell seemed to be paying no attention. He had lumbered away, thoughtfully, his shovel hat pulled down on his forehead; and he turned again to examine the Guest House with a curiously blank, cross-eyed stare. "I'm very much afraid," he said, "that you miss the point of that footprint altogether… When did you last see those shoes, Mr. Standish?"
"See—? Oh, months ago. I gave them to Kennings."
"And what did Kennings, whoever he is, do with them?"