'It was not,' I cried; 'it was his living image, but it was not Lord Alloa.

It was someone who recognized me, someone I have seen in the last month.

He had scarcely left the doorstep when I rang up Lord Alloa's house and was told he had come in half an hour before and had gone to bed.' 'Who--who--' someone stammered.
'The Black Stone,' I cried, and I sat down in the chair so recently vacated and looked round at five badly scared gentlemen..