“That is no answer.”
“Still it is so. I went out with no specific purpose: I walked at haphazard.”
“Your gun on your shoulder?”
“I always take my gun: my servant can tell you so.”
“Did you cross the Seille marshes?”
“No.”
The magistrate shook his head gravely. He said,—
“You are not telling the truth.”
“Sir!”
“Your boots there at the foot of the bed speak against you. Where does the mud come from with which they are covered?”