“Do you really think so?”
“I certainly do,” Nick said confidently. “It’s the course that would appeal to me, Chick, if I was doing the same knavish job. Margate is as clever in knavery as I could be, and he may have reasoned along the same lines. If he has—ah, by Jove, this looks very much like it!”
“What’s that?”
Nick stopped and pointed to some damp earth near one side of the path they had been following.
Distinctly outlined in it was a single, narrow footprint. Obviously, it had been left there by a woman’s boot.
“By gracious, I guess you are right,” said Chick, crouching to examine it.
“I think so,” said Nick. “We came near missing it, however, for it’s at one side of the path.”
“They may have strayed a little from it in the darkness.”
“Probably.”
“The path is too hard to retain an imprint.”