this were indeed he, I was completely mistaken. He did not remind me in the

least of any one I knew.

 

“Now then, Kent,” said the superintendent, “stand up. Here are some visitors

come to see you. Recognize any of them.”

 

Kent glared at us sullenly, but did not reply. I saw his glance waver over the

three of us, and come back to rest on me.

 

“Well, sir,” said the superintendent to me, “what do you say?”

 

“The height’s the same,” I said, “and as far as general appearance goes it might

well be the man in question. Beyond that, I couldn’t go.”

 

“What the hell’s the meaning of all this?” asked Kent. “What have you got

against me? Come on, out with it! What am I supposed to have done?”

 

I nodded my head.

 

“It’s the man,” I said. “I recognize the voice.”

 

“Recognize my voice, do you? Where do you think you heard it before?”

 

“On Friday evening last, outside the gates of Fernly Park. You asked me the way

there.”