Not one will be missing.

They are all there." He gazed long and earnestly at the dead face, and then to my horror he suddenly unfastened the little hat.

I made an involuntary movement as if to stop him, but Charles laid an iron grip upon me, and motioned to me to be still.

The stealthy hand quietly pushed back the fair curls upon the forehead, and in another moment they fell still farther back, showing a few short locks of dark hair beneath them, which so completely altered the dead face that I could hardly recognize it as belonging to the same person.

The inspector raised his head, and looked significantly at Charles.