This plaster was poured into the hollow left
by the heel: you observe that it is, in all respects, similar in shape
to the heels of your own boots. I perceive, too, the mark of a peg,
which appears in both."
Albert followed with marked anxiety every movement of the magistrate.
It was plain that he was struggling against a growing terror. Was
he attacked by that fright which overpowers the guilty when they see
themselves on the point of being confounded. To all the magistrate's
remarks, he answered in a low voice,--"It is true--perfectly true."
"That is so," continued M. Daburon; "yet listen further, before
attempting to defend yourself. The criminal had an umbrella. The end of
this umbrella sank in the clayey soil; the round of wood which is placed
at the end of the silk, was found moulded in the clay. Look at this clod
of clay, raised with the utmost care; and now look at your umbrella.
Compare the rounds. Are they alike, or not?"
"These things, sir," attempted Albert, "are manufactured in large
quantities."
"Well, we will pass over that proof. Look at this cigar end, found on
the scene of the crime, and tell me of what brand it is, and how it was
smoked.
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