"I hardly know what to say," he said at length. "Your story is very circumstantial, yet you must have been deceived by the chance resemblance."
"I swear that the man I met at the Fen Inn was your brother Francis."
"How can that be when Francis was at Bellin Hall, and Olivia said he had not been out of the house? Besides, you say the man whom you believed to be Francis was murdered, yet you left Francis alive and well at Marshminster."
"I thought Francis was you."
"Ah! Deceived by our resemblance, no doubt."
"Yes! I think so," I replied, not wishing to tell him of my suspicions.
"Well, you see, you made a mistake! Francis is at Marshminster, and I am here, I suppose," he added jokingly. "You are quite convinced that I am Felix?"
"I was quite convinced the other man was Francis."
"Great Heavens, man, you surely don't doubt that I am Felix Briarfield?" he cried irritably, rising to his feet.
"I don't! I can't!"