"I don't know. I thought he was jealous, suspicious."
"And you also thought these two men you saw were Withers?"
"They might have been one man, the same man," Morley advanced the supposition wearily. The tremor of his hands had gone into his arms; they jerked every few moments. "I saw them at different times.
"I couldn't see that clearly. But—but I think the first one wore a long raincoat, or else he was heavily built. Hearing about the negro the next day, I thought the first figure I'd seen must have been the negro's. The second didn't look very different. He might have had a beard; perhaps, he was a little slenderer. Those are the only differences I remember."
"Did the second wear a raincoat?"
"I thought so."
"And the first had no beard?"
"He might have, but I don't think so."
Bristow paused long enough to let the silence become impressive. Then he broke the stillness with a voice that cracked sharp as a revolver shot.
"Well! What about the struggle at the foot of the steps?"