“Because you’ve found nothing?”
“Exactly.”
“It seems an easy system,” observed the artist sarcastically.
“So it is, to a reasoning being. I’m satisfied that some one fired a shot from here. The marksman—a good one—saw you, as he supposed, jerk to the shot as if with a bullet through you, and went away satisfied.”
“Leaving no trace behind him,” added Sedgwick.
“No trace that is tangible. Therein lies the evidence.”
“Of course you don’t expect me to follow that.”
“Why not? Look at the ground in the thicket.”
“What is there to be seen there, since you’ve said there are no marks?”
“The soil is very soft.”