The expression of the face, the turn of the eyes, the lines about the mouth, began to suggest someone whom Cleggett knew.

It was rather a suggestion, an impression, than a likeness; it was rather the spirit of a personality than a definite resemblance.

It was a psychic thing.

Barnstable was disguising himself from the inside out; he had assumed the mental and spiritual clothing of someone else.
Cleggett could not think at first who it was that Wilton Barnstable suggested.

But presently he saw that it was himself.