And then I heard a low exclamation from the detective and I felt the

pressure of the doctor's fingers on my arm.

"Now, Miss Innes," he said gently. "If you will come over--"

I held on to him frantically, and somehow I got there and looked down.

The lid of the casket had been raised and a silver plate on it proved

we had made no mistake. But the face that showed in the light of the

lantern was a face I had never seen before. The man who lay before us

was not Paul Armstrong!




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