"It is he," answered Ralph Mainwaring in a low tone, apparently speaking more to himself than to the attorney; "it is Hugh Mainwaring; that was the distinguishing mark between them."
"Do you refer to the mark of which Mr. Whitney has just spoken?"
"Yes."
"What do you mean by designating it as 'the distinguishing mark between them'?"
Ralph Mainwaring turned from the casket and faced Mr. Sutherland, but his eyes had the strained, far-away look of one gazing into the distance, unconscious of objects near him.
"It was the mark," he said, speaking with an effort, "by which, when we were boys, he was distinguished from his twin brother."
"His twin brother, Harold Scott Mainwaring?" queried the attorney.
"Yes," the other answered, mechanically.
"Do you then identify this as Hugh Mainwaring?"
"Yes; and the other—he must have been—no, no, it could not be—great God!" Ralph Mainwaring suddenly reeled and raised his hand to his head. Mr. Whitney sprang to his assistance and led him to his chair, but in those few moments he had aged twenty years.