"It's an old slipper I used to wear.

Why do you ask ?" "Where did you see it last ?" The girl closed her eyes and shivered.
"In mother's room," she said.

"Oh, mother, mother!" She turned her head to the cushion of the chair and wept, and Tarling soothed her.
It was some time before she was calm, but then she could give no further information.
"It was a shoe that mother liked because it fitted her.

We both took the same size...." Her voice broke again and Tarling hastened to change the conversation.
More and more he was becoming converted to Ling Chu's theory.

He could not apply to that theory the facts which had come into his possession.
On his way back from the nursing home to police headquarters, he reviewed the Hertford crime.
Somebody had come into the house bare-footed, with bleeding feet, and, having committed the murder, had looked about for shoes.