“Not the slightest.”
“No fresh trace of her accomplice?”
“What accomplice?”
“The accomplice who was sharing her flight,” said Ralph impatiently.
“But he played no part in her escape. We know his footprints, scattered about all over the place, along the line and especially in the wood. But, just outside the entrance to the railway station, in a patch of mud, side by side with the print of the shoe without a heel, we [[67]]found quite different footprints—a smaller foot—with a more pointed toe.”
Ralph pushed his muddy boots as far as possible under the seat.
With an air of the liveliest interest he asked: “Then was there some one waiting outside the station?”
“Undoubtedly. And it’s my opinion that that person must have got away with the murderer by making use of the doctor’s carriage,” the Commissary explained.
“The doctor’s carriage?”
“Well, if he didn’t we should have seen the doctor; and since we haven’t seen the doctor, it must be that he was pulled out of his carriage and thrown into some hole.”