It was indeed the same face which had glared upon me in the light of the candle from over the rock--the face of Selden, the criminal.
Then in an instant it was all clear to me.

I remembered how the baronet had told me that he had handed his old wardrobe to Barrymore.

Barrymore had passed it on in order to help Selden in his escape.

Boots, shirt, cap--it was all Sir Henry's.

The tragedy was still black enough, but this man had at least deserved death by the laws of his country.