"The man wore rubbers." She turned her face toward him. "I had seen Mr. Morley put his on two hours before that."
"How about your brother-in-law?"
"He's a crank on the subject—never goes out in the rain unless he has them on."
"Think a moment, Miss Fulton. Couldn't that man have been a negro—the negro who is now held for the crime? He wore rubber-soled shoes. Could you swear that what you saw was not a rubber sole attached to a leather or canvass shoe?"
"No; I couldn't."
"And the voice? Did you hear any of the man's words? Could you swear that it wasn't the illiterate talk of an uneducated negro?"
"No; I couldn't."
"What made you think of Morley and Withers?"
"Mr. Morley was in a raging temper with my sister when he left me—in connection with money matters. You know about that part of the affair?"
"Yes."