"I do—which reminds me. I came up here to tell you something I got from Maria, my daughter. She told me she had talked with you quite frankly. Well, she recalls that once she and this Morley were discussing the wearing of beards and moustaches; and he made this remark: 'One thing about a beard, it's the best disguise possible.'"
"That is interesting, Mr. Fulton. Anything else?"
"Yes. He had a good deal to say to that general effect. He said even a moustache, cleverly worn, changed a man's whole expression. That struck me at once, remembering that the jewels were pawned in Baltimore by a man who wore a moustache. Then, too, Morley said something about the value of eyebrows in a disguise, substituting bushy ones for thin ones, or vice versa. He had the whole business at his tongue's end."
"He said all that, in what connection—crime?"
"She can't recall that. She merely remembers he said it. I thought you'd like to know of it."
"Of course. We can't have too many facts. By the way, sir, can you tell me where Mr. Withers is?"
"In Atlanta."
Seeing that he knew nothing of his son-in-law's disappearance, Bristow dropped the subject, and asked:
"What is Miss Fulton's belief now? She still thinks Morley is the man?"
The old man hitched his chair closer to Bristow's and lowered his voice.