I noticed our footmarks particularly, because I had been afraid there would be more snow.

No one could by any possibility have left the house during the night.

Even Jones himself had not been out, for there was a little eddy of snow before the back door, and I remember calling to him that he would want his broom." "The snow clinches the matter, Charles," said Marston, gravely.

"You have made a mistake." "Quite unintentional, I'm sure," whispered Sir George.
There was something I did not like about that whisper.

It seemed to imply more than met the ear.
Charles did not appear to hear him.