"
"And three fingers?"
Sylvester shrugged his shoulders to indicate that proof could go no
further. Goldberger took back the photographs from the foreman of the
jury and ranged them before him on the table.
"Now, Mr. Sylvester," he said, "did you notice any correspondence
between these prints?"
"Yes," answered the witness, in a low voice; "the thumb-prints on both
robes were made by the same hand."
The audience sat spell-bound, staring, scarce breathing. I dared not
glance at Swain. I could not take my eyes from that pale-faced man on
the witness-stand, who knew that with every word he was riveting an
awful crime to a living fellow-being.
"One question more," said Goldberger. "Have you any way of telling by
whom these prints were made?"
"Yes," said Sylvester again, and his voice was so low I could scarcely
hear it. "They were made by Frederic Swain. The prints he made just
now correspond with them in every detail!"
CHAPTER XV
THE CHAIN TIGHTENS
An instant's silence followed Sylvester's words, and then a little
murmur of interest and excitement, as the reporters bent closer above
their work. I heard a quick, deep intaking of the breath from the man
who sat beside me, and then I was on my feet.
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