"Who came home?"
"You did."
"No, I didn't. I've been in San Francisco all the time. How could I be here if I was sick in a San Francisco hospital?"
"Then who is the other Mr. Traynor?"
Now it was Kenneth's turn to be surprised.
"The other Mr. Traynor?" he echoed stupefied.
"Yes—the gentleman who looks more like you than you do yourself. He arrived here a month ago. We all took him for you."
For the first time a light broke in on the darkness. Who was the person who looked so like him that he could successfully impersonate him? Who could it be but the man who left him for dead on the Abyssinia after murderously assaulting him? Suddenly a horrible thought came to him. Grasping the butler's arm he exclaimed:
"My wife? Is she well?"
"Yes, sir. Mrs. Traynor's quite well."