“And I,” said the doctor; then to himself, “as far as your being the right man is concerned.”
“Very good, gentlemen,” was the smiling reply; “let’s see if I can oblige you.”
The words were light, but there was a peculiar intensity in the speaker’s eyes, and a slight twitching about the corners of his lips, which a close observer would have detected.
“Have you not some birth-mark about you?” said Doctor Lawrence.
“No, sir, as far as I am aware—none.”
“No peculiar marks about your person?”
“I have the scar of a bullet-wound in the shoulder—the entrance and exit. I believe it went through my scalp.”
“Scapular,” said the doctor, smiling.
“Yes—the blade-bone.”
“Anything else?”