'Who are you?' said Lord Chelford.
'Jim Dutton, Sir; I come by reason of what I read in the "Chronicle" over night, about Mr. Mark Wylder being found.'
'Do you know anything of him?' asked the coroner.
'Nowt,' answered the man bluffly, 'only I writ to Mr. Larkin, there, as I wanted to see him. I remember him well when I was a boy. I seed him in the train from Lunnon t'other night; and he seed me on the Shillingsworth platform, and I think he took me for some one else. I was comin' down to see the Captain at Brandon—and seed him the same night.'
'Why have you come here?' asked the coroner.
'Thinkin' I might be mistook,' answered the man. 'I was twice here in
England, and three times abroad.'
'For whom?'
'Mr. Mark Wylder,' answered he.
'It is a wonderful likeness,' said Lord Chelford.
Larkin stared at him with his worst expression; and Larcom, I think, thought he was the devil.