“But—but,” cried Fred excitedly, “what was it you snatched from the floor?”
“A knife; a knife I knew. One that I had seen before.”
“But the murderer—you saw him?”
“Plainly as I see you.”
“But you did not summon help.”
“I could not.”
“I knew you were innocent,” cried Fred excitedly. “I swore you were.”
“I am,” said the old man coldly.
“Should you know the wretch again?” panted Fred.
“Yes; too well.”