"Look at me! Am I your cousin?" he demanded.
"I—I don't know," she stammered.
"Am I talking to you with your cousin's voice? Pay attention—tell me—am I?"
Alice shook her head in perplexity. "It's not my cousin's voice," she admitted.
"And it's not your cousin," declared the prisoner. Then he faced the judge. "Is it reasonable that I could have lived with this girl for years in so intimate a way and been wearing a disguise all the time? It's absurd. She has good eyes, she would have detected this wig and false beard. Did you ever suspect that your cousin wore a wig or a false beard?" he asked Alice.
"No," she replied, "I never did."
"Ah! And the voice? Did you ever hear your cousin speak with my voice?"
"No, never."
"You see," he triumphed to the magistrate. "She can't identify me as her cousin, for the excellent reason that I'm not her cousin. You can't change a man's personality by making him wear another man's clothes and false hair. I tell you I'm not Groener."
"Who are you then?" demanded the judge.