My position is that the sick man, Graves, was your uncle." "From Dr.Jervis's description," said Stephen, "this man must have been very like my uncle.

Both were blind in the right eye and had very poor vision with the left; and my uncle certainly used brushes of the kind that you have shown us, when writing in the Japanese character, for I have watched him and admired his skill; but--" "But," said Marchmont, "there is the insuperable objection that, at the very time when this man was lying sick in Kennington Lane, Mr.Jeffrey was living at New Inn." "What evidence is there of that ?" asked Thorndyke.
"Evidence!" Marchmont exclaimed impatiently.

"Why, my dear sir--" He paused suddenly, and, leaning forward, regarded Thorndyke with a new and rather startled expression.
"You mean to suggest--" he began.
"I suggest that Jeffrey Blackmore never lived at New Inn at all." For the moment, Marchmont seemed absolutely paralysed by astonishment.
"This is an amazing proposition!" he exclaimed, at length.

"Yet the thing is certainly not impossible, for, now that you recall the fact, I realize that no one who had known him previously--excepting his brother, John--ever saw him at the inn.

The question of identity was never raised." "Excepting," said Mr.Winwood, "in regard to the body; which was certainly that of Jeffrey Blackmore." "Yes, yes.