“Yes, certainly,” said Nick, without looking up. “By Jove, they correspond perfectly, Henley. There’s no question about it.”
Nick was comparing both pieces of footwear with several impressions found in the damp earth. There was, as he had stated, no question as to the correspondence in size and shape, which was further evidence of who had been there the previous evening.
“It looks bad, bad enough,” he added, after viewing the blood-spattered bushes, the rough ground on all sides, and seeking vainly for evidence showing in which direction Gordon had departed.
“You have made no search for the girl’s body, Henley, you said.”
“What’s the use?” Henley asked, with a growl. “A hundred to one it’s at the bottom of the pond.”
“Very likely,” admitted Nick, with seeming uncertainty as to what course to take.
“Gordon wouldn’t have waited to bury it.[Pg 28]”
“True again,” Nick allowed. “If we only knew in which direction he went——”
“We can find that out easy enough,” Henley interrupted, with eyes gleaming for an instant.
“How so?” asked Nick, though he had expected and been only waiting for these suggestions. “How can we contrive to trace him?”