Here is young Henley's photograph." He picked it up from among the papers, and handed it over to me.

There was a resemblance, recognizable now that my attention had been called to it, certain features being remarkably similar, although the face in the picture wore a hard, dissipated look utterly at variance with my own.

I glanced at the endorsement on the back.
"He was going to send this photograph to his father." "Yes, but never did.

Apparently there is no flaw in our plan.".