Charles W. Chesnutt,
The Marrow of Tradition — XXVII.
(1901)
“ If your servant is innocent, you must produce the real criminal. If the negro, with such overwhelming proofs against him, is not guilty, who is?""I will tell you who is," replied Mr. Delamere. "The murderer is,"--the words came with a note of anguish, as though torn from his very heart,--"the murderer is Tom Delamere, my own grandson!""Impossible, sir!" exclaimed Carteret, starting back involuntarily. "That could not be! The man was seen leaving the house, and he was black!""All cats are gray in the dark, Carteret; and, moreover, nothing is easier than for a white man to black his face. ”
