I kept away from the inquest, but attended the funeral to get a glance at his face.

It seemed too strange to be true.

The fellow wasn't Cavendish; I'd swear to that, but he did look enough like him to fool anybody who had no suspicions aroused.

You see no one so much as questioned his identity--Cavendish had disappeared without a word even to his valet; this fellow, despite the wounds on his face, looking enough like him to be a twin, dressed like him, is found dead in his apartments.

Dammit, it's spooky, the very thought of it." "But you saw a difference ?" "Because I looked for it; I never would have otherwise.