Of course, as your wife is dead, that would offer no clue, and can only be a chance resemblance, unless"-- He stopped.
"Have you got 'em yet ?" "Yes, both." He took them from the pocket of his riding-jacket.
As Collinson received them, his face took upon itself an even graver expression.

"It's mighty cur'ous," he said reflectively, "but looking at the two of 'em the likeness is more fetchin'.

Ye see, my wife had a STRAIGHT foot, and never wore reg'lar rights and lefts like other women, but kinder changed about; ye see, these shoes is reg'lar rights and lefts, but never was worn as sich!" "There may be other women as peculiar," suggested Key.
"There MUST be," said Collinson quietly.
For an instant Key was touched with the manly security of the reply, for, remembering Uncle Dick's scandal, it had occurred to him that the unknown tenant of the robbers' den might be Collinson's wife.

He was glad to be relieved on that point, and went on more confidently:-- "So, you see, this woman was undoubtedly in that house on the night of the fire.

She escaped, and in a mighty hurry too, for she had not time to change her slippers for shoes; she escaped on horseback, for that is how she lost them.