He turned with a grave face to Wethermill.
"I warned you fairly, didn't I ?" he said.
Wethermill's white face twitched.
"Yes," he said.

"I am not afraid." But there was more of anxiety in his voice than there had been before.
Hanaud pointed solemnly to the ground.
"Read the story those footprints write in the mould there.

A young and active girl of about Mlle.

Celie's height, and wearing a new pair of Mlle.

Celie's shoes, springs from that room where the murder was committed, where the body of the murdered woman lies.