So he informed me in a letter I received from him yesterday." "In a letter ?" The man's voice expressed surprise.
"Yes.

But why do you seem to question the statement ?" "Because I saw him in the city day before yesterday." "In the city!" "Yes, sir.

Either him or his ghost." "Oh! you're mistaken." "I think not.

It is rarely that I'm mistaken in the identity of any one." "You are, assuredly, too certain in the present instance," said Mr.
Markland, turning to the gentleman who had last spoken, "for, it's only a few days since I received letters from him written at Savannah." Still the man was positive.
"He has a hair-mole on his cheek, I believe." Mr.Brainard and Mr.Markland looked at each other doubtingly.
"He has," was admitted by the latter.
"But that doesn't make identity," said Mr.Brainard, with an incredulous smile.

"I've seen many men, in my day, with moles on their faces." "True enough," was answered; "but you never saw two Mr.Lyons." "You are very positive," said Mr.Brainard, growing serious.