"Somewhat more than ten years," answered Mr. Scriven.
"Humph!" said Mr. Hargrave: "what age was he then?"
"I believe, between sixteen and seventeen," answered the merchant.
"Are they of the same height?" inquired the magistrate.
"Oh, dear, no," was the reply: "Henry Hayley was decidedly shorter; but, if you recollect his age, that is easily accounted for."
"Humph!" said Mr. Hargrave again. "Have you any other persons ready to swear to the identity?"
"Yes," was the reply. "Mr. Stolterforth here must remember him very well."
"We are ready to take his deposition," said Mr. Hargrave; and Mr. Stolterforth, coming forward with some hesitation, deposed to the best of his knowledge and belief that the person before him was the same Henry Hayley who had absconded ten years before.
Mr. Scriven then called upon Charles Marston, who came forward without hesitation, and was asked as to the resemblance.
"They are very like, certainly," he said with a smile; "but still, either my sight is not as good as my uncle's, or else my spectacles do not magnify as much as his; for I must confess that, though I was at school with Henry Hayley, and have been long acquainted with Colonel Middleton, I did not perceive the likeness till Mr. Scriven pointed it out. I always thought him like somebody I had known, but could not tell whom."