My uncle looked at them carefully.
"You don't see a likeness to any one you know?"
"No," I replied.
"Try again."
There was one face that seemed familiar. It was that of a man about thirty years of age, but the head was quite bald, and the face destitute of beard and moustache.
"I may have seen this fellow," I said. "I seem to have a faint recollection of him."
My uncle laughed.
"Your recollections of your brother are growing very faint indeed if you do not recognize that face. Can't you see that it is George?"
"George?" I cried.
"Yes. That is George's face, minus hair, beard, and moustache."