“Did you remove the shoes of the honorable young foreign lady?” he inquired.
“Did you remove the shoes of the honorable young foreign lady?”
The boy bowed again and replied that he had indeed been so honored.
“In the foot of the stocking of the young foreign lady,” inquired Caswell, “was there not a hole?”
“Not the least hole,” replied the fat boy, wonderingly.
“No hole? Are you sure?” said Caswell.
“None,” said the boy.
“Thank you, that is all,” said Caswell, gravely. He looked at the little shoes again. “Simple one that I am,” he murmured.