mightNow, in trying to make Joe Marsden square in with my theory of the crime—and up to this point it really seemed as if the finger of suspicion pointed directly to him as the criminal—there was one fact which confronted me as a stumbling-block. It was that Joe was a tall, gaunt man, with bushy beard and whiskers, and opinion agreed that he stood quite six feet high. It need scarcely be said that a tall man in female attire would be such a conspicuous figure that he could hardly fail to attract general attention. Now, the guard of the railway train by which Sir Peter Elsworthy travelled from London on the night he was so dreadfully injured, maintained that there was nothing conspicuous about the lady he saw in the railway carriage at Rugby. He averred that she most certainly was not a tal
