He sends the messenger for Beddingfield's portmanteau and starts off by the night express." "But then his visit at the Castle Hotel at ten o'clock--" she urged.
"How dangerous!" "Dangerous?
Yes! but oh, how clever.

You see, he was the Earl of Brockelsby's twin brother, and twin brothers are always somewhat alike.
He wished to appear dead, murdered by some one, he cared not whom, but what he did care about was to throw clouds of dust in the eyes of the police, and he succeeded with a vengeance.

Perhaps--who knows ?--he wished to assure himself that he had forgotten nothing in the _mise en scene_, that the body, battered and bruised past all semblance of any human shape save for its clothes, really would appear to every one as that of the Hon.

Robert de Genneville, while the latter disappeared for ever from the old world and started life again in the new.
"Then you must always reckon with the practically invariable rule that a murderer always revisits, if only once, the scene of his crime.
"Two years have elapsed since the crime; no trace of Timothy Beddingfield, the lawyer, has ever been found, and I can assure you that it will never be, for his plebeian body lies buried in the aristocratic family vault of the Earl of Brockelsby." He was gone before Polly could say another word.

The faces of Timothy Beddingfield, of the Earl of Brockelsby, of the Hon.