"Measure this one that's flat on the ground.
Now go down and measure one of those prints by the borders of the pool." Mattison took the ruler and complied.

As he bent over the marks on the lower border we could see by the light of his candle the look of astonishment that sprang into his face.
"Well, what do you find ?" Terry asked.
"The marks up there are nearly two inches longer and an inch broader." "Exactly." "Terry," I said, "you can't blame us for not finding that out.

We examined everything when we took away the body, and those marks below were simply not there.

Someone has been in since." "So I conclude.

Now, Mattison," he added to the sheriff, "come here and show me the marks of Radnor Gaylord's riding boots." Mattison returned and pointed out the mark which he had produced at the inquest, but his assurance, I noticed, was somewhat shaken.
"That," said Terry half contemptuously, "is the mark of Colonel Gaylord.
You must remember that he was struggling with his assailant.