“Yes; marks, footmarks,” impatiently.
“Why, the fact is, I don’t know what I could have been thinking of, but I didn’t look.”
“The Lord forgive you!”
“I’ll go back now and find them.”
“An elephant’s spoor wouldn’t have survived half an hour of the rain we had last night,” Haynes said with evident exasperation.
“Miss Ravenden might have noticed something,” suggested Colton hopefully.
On the word Haynes was out in the hallway, up the stairs, and knocking at the girl’s door.
“Oh, Miss Dolly!” he called. “I want your help.”
“What can I do for the great Dupin, Jr.?” asked the girl, coming out into the hall.
“Show that you’ve profited by his learned instructions. Did you see any marks on the sand around the dead sheep?”