Advance, friend, and all's well." So I stepped into the shining circle of the electric light and halted again.
"Who is it?
Who is it ?" muttered Higgs.

"The face is the face of--of--I have it--of old Adams, only he's been dead these ten years.

The Khalifa got him, they said.

Antique shade of the long-lost Adams, please be so good as to tell me your name, for we waste time over a useless mystery." "There is no need, Higgs, since it is in your mouth already.

Well, I should have known you anywhere; but then _your_ hair doesn't go white." "Not it; too much colouring matter; direct result of a sanguine disposition.