As Jack bent
over it he saw the marks of diagonal criss-crossing such as is found
in the soles of rubbers.
"The print is a fresh one. Either Millard wore rubbers away, or some
woman has been here who wore them," Jack concluded.
Dropping his cudgel, since he would have no use for it, Benson made his
way down the alley to the street beyond. At the corner stood a small
grocery store, whose proprietor was in the doorway.
"I wonder," began Jack, "whether you saw a woman came down out of this
alley-way lately? A tall woman?"
"About twenty minutes ago I saw a tall woman, in a gray dress and
wearing a gray veil," replied the storekeeper.
"Was she carrying anything?"
"Some sort of a grip--a suit case, I guess."
"Did you ever see the woman before?" persisted Jack.
The storekeeper shook his head.
"Which way did the woman go?"
"I don't remember, particularly, but I think down that way," replied the
grocer, pointing.
Jack hurried along. It was a quiet part of the town. None of the people
to whom he spoke within the next three or four minutes remembered having
seen the tall, veiled woman in gray, though some "thought" they
"might have.
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