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!