lp meet his debts.
Mrs. Withers refused to do this--at least, she didn't do it."

Both Bristow and Greenleaf caught the note of criticism in his voice.

"Just what was the feeling between the two sisters?" pursued Bristow.

Again Morley paused.

"Oh, all right, if you don't feel like discussing that," his interrogator
said smoothly. "It's of no consequence. We'll find out about it
elsewhere."

"I suppose I might as well," said Morley. "It really doesn't amount to
anything much. There has been considerable coolness between the two
women."

"Even when Mrs. Withers was here nursing Miss Fulton?"

"Yes. You see, Mrs. Withers was and always has been Mr. Fulton's
favourite. Miss Maria Fulton felt this, and she knew that Mrs. Withers
came here only because Mr. Fulton asked her to do it. Also, Miss Fulton
never forgave Mrs. Withers for not coming forward with her jewels, jewels
which her father had given her--for not coming forward with them when he
failed."

"Did they ever quarrel?"

"Well, yes. Sometimes, I think, they did. You know how it is with two
women, particularly sisters, who are on what might be called bad terms.
Then, as I was about to say, Mrs. Withers wasn't making any sacrifice by
being here with her sister. Mr. Fulton, in spite of his reduced means,
paid her expenses, all of them. Besides, Mrs. Withers had quite a good
time here, going to the dances, and so on."

"Do you know, Mr. Morley, whether they had a quarrel yesterday?"

"They didn't so far as I know."

"Miss Fulton said nothing to you about a quarrel?"

"No."

Bristow was silent a few seconds.

"I think that's all, Mr. Morley. We're much obliged to you. Isn't that
all, chief?"

"Yes, for the present," Greenleaf answered with a long breath, thankful
the other had been there to do the questioning. "That seems to cover
everything."

"I wonder if I could see Miss Fulton," Morley said, rising.

"If the doctor will allow it," Greenleaf told him. "You might go down
there and see."

Morley put his hand on the doorknob.

"By the way," interjected Bristow once more, and this time his voice was
cold, steely; "Mr. Morley, did you wear rubbers last night?"

"Rubbers?" parroted Morley.

"Yes--rubbers."

Morley stared a moment, as if calculating something.

"Why, yes; I believe I did," he said finally.

Greenleaf, glancing down at Morley's feet, noticed what Bristow had seen
three seconds after Morley had entered the room--his feet wer