It was easy to read upon the magistrate's astounded countenance, that there was not the slightest similarity in the two handwritings.
"A fresh mystery had cropped up.

Who, then, had made the assignation with William Kershaw at Fenchurch Street railway station?
The prisoner gave a fairly satisfactory account of the employment of his time since his landing in England.
"'I came over on the _Tsarskoe Selo_,' he said, 'a yacht belonging to a friend of mine.

When we arrived at the mouth of the Thames there was such a dense fog that it was twenty-four hours before it was thought safe for me to land.

My friend, who is a Russian, would not land at all; he was regularly frightened at this land of fogs.

He was going on to Madeira immediately.
"'I actually landed on Tuesday, the 10th, and took a train at once for town.