“It was very interesting to watch your face change into the character you so much wished to avoid. Of course you couldn’t see it yourself. It was changing almost all the time that we were talking.
“When you entered this room you fancied that you were disguised. In reality, your face was exactly as you now see it—the face of the man whom I saw walking away from the woman who had been stabbed.”
CHAPTER X.
“SPEAKING OF SELLS.”
“You have taken him on all sides at once,” exclaimed the inspector.
“The trap has been sprung and Helstone is in it. Come, my man, what have you to say?”
These last words were addressed to Parks.
“I have this to say,” said he, boldly, “that this identification is meaningless. The detective has painted my face to represent a well-known criminal, and I am mistaken for him, that’s all.”
“Don’t be foolish, Doc,” said Miller. “We all know you. Now tell us why you sold us.”
“He didn’t sell you,” said the inspector. “This gentleman sold you”—pointing to Nick—“but it was a different kind of sell.
“And, speaking of sells. I have cells for every one of you. Shall we march them away, Nick?”